Capone — Streets Favorite
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Streets Favorite Capone02:47
Текст песни: Streets Favorite
Streets Favorite Lyrics[Intro] Whatever happened to (Yeah) The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone) The boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go) Oh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me) Oh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh) Oh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me) Oh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah) [Verse 1] I told the judge, "I ain't comin' back Catch me if the cops could" I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood You never catch me slippin' I'll never get rocked by a chicken I know you lame niggas know my position I came from the same ghetto you live in With no pot to piss in So believe me, I'm no damn different Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!) You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin' Now, who could do it like I do it? Rap it just like I rap it? Keep an army in the ratchet right under my army jacket How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me? I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me Wet me, I'm coming back twice... I'm that nice Rap life is for the shaking 'em, shakin' this shit down For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook] Now, who can move like I move? Who could go where I go? Who could take one and turn it to four? For really though I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain Now I'm tryna see glory in the game [Verse 2] Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, wet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy) I hate fake niggas with flour Devour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me (Nope) Talk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky It gets ugly; gun smoke leavin' the sky above me Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots? Take a neighborhood to war with a .4 and a red dot I'm not with the Wessons, I'm hot with the Smithens Listen, you playin' with death? Get in my direction Question: How could you not love me? How could you not trust me? You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting To get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook] Now, who can move like I move? Who could go where I go? Who could take one and turn it to four? For really though I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain Now I'm tryna see glory in the game [Interlude] Oh no, oh no Oh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby) Oh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels) Oh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man) Oh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary) Oh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga) [Outro] Now, who could do it like I do it? Rap it just like I rap it? Keep an army and the ratchet right under my army jacket How dare you detest me? How dare you neglect me? I'm the street in the purest form, niggas respect me
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