Capone -N- Noreaga - Grand Royal lyrics

rate me

Primo! (Premier!)

CNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)

You thought we wasn't gonna do it again nigga?

(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)

It's history in the making baby

(Once again, historia)

Back to the motherfucking game!

Aiyyo it started from "The War Report", talked about the war we fought

Slime got locked and came home to "The Reunion"

Eight years later, new religion of communion

Channel 10, and once again keep your TVs on

YouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with it

MySpace can get with it, beef gone, did your bid

I mean digital, lifetime criminal

I feel invincible, I feel invisible

Cause you niggas can't see where I come from

The diddy-dum, the gun where you run from

N.O.R. basically with 'Pone make greatfully

Music, I think you dudes should be thanking me

The hole in the gap man, we done filled

And it's only been a drought cause Primo chilled

But stick up kids still out to tax

And them damn gas prices need to fucking relax

"CNN", "CNN"

"CNN, we're like the Grand Royal"

"CNN", "CNN"

"The Reunion, a brand new cut"

"CNN", "CNN"

"We're like the Grand Royal"

"On the microphone, word up"

Yeah, yo, see money is power, power put the fear in a nigga heart

A high school dropout but I'm mainly trigger smart

Einstein of the corner, I learned to cold trade

Low fade, half-moon park to get mo' paid

Take a walk with me, all white Air One Nikes on

Through the land of gun slingers and pipe dons

I'm parallel to hell with ice on, stones is canary

A thousand pennyweights of the Virgin Mary

I draw that big burner, might cause a solar eclipse

A true thug's prophecy, money over a bitch

Get consignment on a ki', that's hitting that hood lotto

Do right by your niggas, bet nothing but good follow

Tip your glass up, salute and have a toast to your enemies

Every nigga locked in the pen is a kin to me

Crowding at 9-5, I don't need no problem with troopers

Cause they even do you dirty with money like Frank Lucas

The recession got niggas wilding out on the max

And the mediums in regular jails is cold facts

And niggas back home ain't doing good either

They foreclosed on homes, no home grown neither

Now everybody hurting, walk around with the zombie face

Hit the marines or hit the army place

Aiyyo I bang Rugers, used to have a fetish for revolvers

Till I squeezed off the MAC-10, it made me heartless

Gang bangers love me, throw it up like they nauseous

Bitches say I'm gorgeous, now they say I'm lawless

I'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep coca

And turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah