Capone -N- Noreaga - Reunion lyrics

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[Noreaga]

[howling] CNN (CNN!) CNN

The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?

Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home

it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone

We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks

Based on a true story, it's Nore'

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me

It feel good to have love in the hood

And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good

Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits

Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads

gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds

My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead

and leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red

N.O., erase niggaz no pro-blemo

Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out

And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out

And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

[Chorus x2: CNN]

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way

I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day

The real people do real things

So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?

[Nore] Peace God

[Cap] Whattup nigga?

[Nore] I'm glad you home

So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own

[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes

[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out

[Cap] My Niggaz On The Run they place out

Flee fiends with the cake mouth

Automatic guns, bullets spray out

[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke

Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke

And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke

[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke

The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry

[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor

with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw

[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all niggaz lean on the law

[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall

[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal

CNN gotta thug it for real

[Chorus]

[Capone]

Thuggology's the major, paper

Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature

The law was built around capers since the years of the West

and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question

Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail

Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail

Unassissted, I shivered and frail

My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille

I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale

Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail

Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug

Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug

If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood

and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?

My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious

I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

[Chorus x2]

[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]