Phonetime

[Noreaga], {Capone}

Son I zone, my gun is never on safety

I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key

{Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time

Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine}

And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad

I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board

{When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord

Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored}

Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread

Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head

{You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard

He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God

Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown

I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome

{The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac

A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

{My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings

You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens}

And dat's my dun too, so I'mma find out now

And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl

{On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released

Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast}

Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake

Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date

{Dun, I'mma see ya regardless

Cause I got two violent felony charges}

And you know your appeal is progress

{You're my dog, dun}

And we gon keep this tight

I keep your commisary phat, I'mma keep you right

{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks

Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks}

And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things

I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa

And guess what? I made you executive producer

Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe

{They won't believe to see me come home to a V

Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds

I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave}

Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes

We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild

Capone home, niggas still diggin our style

{Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?

I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine}

Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice

Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post

And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast

{Son there's only one minute left

Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}