Thuun

Aight you know how we do we come to the club

Naw mean?

Straight to the door , no linie , straight to the dinoor

Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?

Y'know how we do my man put it on every tininime

Naw mean?

Funk Flex , Big Kap , N.O.R.E. naw mean?

My nigga putititon naw mean?

........... you know how we do

This one's for the clititiub y'naw mean

Tearin it itiitout

Every time straight to the dinoor , straight to the dinoor

Big motherfuckin Kap

Funkmaster Flex

Def Jam

C -N- N

Yo , yo , yo

[Noreaga]

Yo bootleg has got me , and they had my shit

Two months before the album , I'm mad as shit

I told my label suck my dick , and fuck a flick

And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit

I smoke cigarettes , and my breath smell like weed

I got my little brother head ? and party is speed ?

Drink my biz , have my niggas clip your ears

C -N- N We'll probably sell like , Britney Spears

Yo courageous , none of this's can take this

N.O.R. I'm like the rap married Davis

If you like me , dude yo you dig my shit

You don't like me? fuck you and suck my dick

I like my hoes just like summer , no class

And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass

And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war

Like Luce and Maze they keep the Glock on stage

See us rollin and a hoop in the range

Yo the hoop's got mad guns , and the range got cocaine

Damn right bury every nigga that write

That I can get wit all up and sell no more white

Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips

Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks

Top videos for more than a mil

I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal

CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga

Them niggas they wanna pop , them bitches they wanna pop

Them niggas who got the Glock (who got the drop) , (we wanna rot)

Thunn

[Capone]

Yo

Yo now on top , I walk with a bop , came home inherit the block

Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop

I'm livin life like a dealer

Fuck it , cop the bucket ten and out

Clips sprayin when we spinnin out

Street clap you , my records speak for my livin

Deeper than guns , iller than prison , time to pain givin

So I earnt mine and spit for Flex

Call a pitbull its clip to tech

Disrespect? My niggas come M-U style

I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial

For possession this shit y'all compressed in a vial

Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild

80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd

Real from far like Picasso , check my features

Always a thug , fly nigga , check my sneakers

Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis

Nothin come between us

Burst your penis , I squeeze firm , how on earth?

Niggas boogie when the d's turn , throwin they work

In the bushes , everyday in the hood

I'm air like , naw nigga he's in the wood

Franchise what! Thugged out shit

CHORUS

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