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+**************************************************
+Slang Editorial[Intro: Sample + Cappadonna]
+Well now
+You always seemed so brave before
+What happened to you, eh?'
+You lousy bastards, you smashed our homes
+And you killed 28 of our family'
+Eh huh, huh, huh ha, ha, ha
+Thats how I be likin' my mic
+You gotta know how to adjust that shit
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I came to the fork in the road and went straight
+Right out the crack vial to the Golden Gate
+See the silver spoon in my mouth? It had cake
+My rap birth date, debut song was ice bait
+Read it like a novel, Donald Cappa Goines
+Striving, my duns need dollars and coins
+Whether in New York or Compton, Californs
+I come correct, twenty two outfits and a mic check
+One derby, Cappachino the Great
+Sitting at the table where the Gambinos ate
+Building, Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
+Bounce on a track, Donna crack it like a safe
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Killer Bees got the best stee
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+I drip through the faucet, I never lost it
+Where the party at? Give me the mic and I'ma toss it
+Head crack, talk back, verbal attack
+Sidetrack, you get japped with my lyric impact
+Snap out of that, Cappadonna seven sauna
+Thirty three piranha, chaos like Gowanus
+Projects is rated X, I flex and terminate
+Sex MCs is wet, so I'm the right source to vex
+Indo mic buff, wheelie on the mic
+When both hands are cuffed
+Whoever tried to make you fall off, call your dog off
+Peace to everyday mutts living with rut
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Killa Beez got the best stee
+Killa Beez got it locked D, got it locked D
+True Mast on the key
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous
+I rock tracks like a necklace
+Poppy Wardrobe, singing like you never expected
+I'm on a mission, flipping, what?
+Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition
+Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony
+Sunz of Man and Killa Bee
+Can't fold under pressure
+Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what?
+Fancy talk magic, wise up
+Fly girls keep ya eyes up
+Track terrorist kiss
+Deep in the Hill, Jack battle with Jill
+Talk boss featuring words that kill
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna reality
+Set the black people free
+Work hard WTC
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna reality
+Set the black people free
+Killa Beez got the best stee
+
+[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
+Donna journalistic, writing wizard
+Protect my soul when the Devil tried to get it
+Seen my goal and stuck with it
+Ever since a kid, early in a bid, doing things you never did
+All up in a staircase a scareface was looking
+Wallet got tooken, free from the work release, Donna kept bookin
+Brooklyn bound with the sound, hop the turnstiles
+Fifty cents to kick it, oh, it's so wicked
+Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid
+Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple
+Tabernacles catch fire within the Apple
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Briefcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Set the black people free
+[Outro: Kung-Fu movie sample]
+- Uh huh, huh. What about that girl?
+- Let’s have a bit of fun then eh
+- Right
+- Hold it
+- What, you want a piece of this too?
+- We’re professionals. We’ve killed a lot of people as a means of getting money. But this time we’ve killed for a small dowry almost nothing. We killed this young fellow almost for fun. He was hardly a man even. Just a young kid and now then you want to rape a girl?
+- We do what we want here killing or raping, rightEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Milk the Cow[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how
+Park Hill projects, chicka-POW
+One culture, return of the track slasher
+Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster
+Strivin for perfection, the only way I got
+My life back was through investin, devotion
+Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary
+Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies
+I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money
+Be gettin me high just like cheese in these tracks
+I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good
+So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto
+Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle
+Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance
+Deep down inside us where you could define science
+My mother told me, when I was so stressed out
+"All you gotta do is just put your best out"
+And I did it, milky
+Milk this cow (2X)
+Milk this cow, the best way we know how
+Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Hold your own nigga, Razor Sharp with the art
+Don't gettin blown nigga, throwin darts at the charts
+Danger Zone nigga, Cappadonna
+You know the stee' potnah, Wu-Tang death before dishonor - what?
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid
+Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail
+Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells
+Seen brothers that fell when I slipped
+I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin
+Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot
+Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance
+I flow persistence, every time I step up, I rip reps up
+Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks
+This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit
+It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe
+But y'all cats better believe keep off, the darts are soft
+While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue
+You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard
+Watch out for shitty fraud, my darts slam like doors
+Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna] (x2)
+Milk this cow, the best way we know how
+Park Hill projects, chicka-POW!
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Interlude]
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Bad birds that fuck nerds! *inhaling*
+Hah! *inhaling*
+Suck a dick up til ya hiccup motherfuckers!
+The swarm continues, Wu-Tang Killer Beez
+Cappadonna Cappucino, the Donna-mite
+Came to treat your earpiece right
+Y'all better recognize and realize
+Hot Nixon, playin my position, bitch!
+
+*gunfight*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+’97 Mentality[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yo! It's the burial ground sound, Dunn!
+It's real out here
+Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggas
+Forever in it.. yo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+My devastating hot '97 mentality
+Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
+Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
+I'm soon to be seen on the TV screen
+Gambino Cappaccino to the Afro Sheen
+Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council
+Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
+Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
+Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
+Rap's under siege, held tight like a squeeze
+Forced in the world 'Donna nuclear freeze
+Doing damage to the wannabe Flip Mode and Def Squad
+Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
+If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
+Not word of mouth, or song, real wigs might peel
+Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
+Twenty-four diamond government named God
+Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
+Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin lard
+Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
+AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
+Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
+Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
+Realizin food for thought is self-compromising
+Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
+Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
+Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a four-wheel
+Instead of catchin bodies, niggas not keepin it real
+I dirt bomb niggas that steal cake from stores
+That's my type of niggas I be wanting on my tours
+Can't help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
+Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
+Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
+Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
+Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
+Gats on my man keep em bustin till ya gone
+Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
+Donna come through everyday my uniform
+Changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
+Crackhead niggas get stitches
+So what up with that kid, danger when I attack, kid
+Watch how the slang hits you just like a bat, kid
+Form another pyramid, look how we slid
+All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
+On a twenty dollar bill all in it together
+You can't fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
+[Hook x4: Ghostface Killah]
+To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
+Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
+Father-U the C-Cipher, start the revolution
+Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitutionEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Run[Intro: Sample]
+"'Where you going? Aren't you scared we'll get you?'
+'Look for me all you want—you're not gonna find me though.'"
+
+[Verse 1]
+Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
+At the drug site we hung tight
+Three o'clock in the night ounces of blow dirty kicks
+Money gets low in the street yo
+Tough times nickles that's bigger than dimes
+You know the flavor
+Roughneck city; ain't nuttin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
+New York be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
+Summertime in the courthouse, aw shit it wasn't mine
+Two to four, three to nine, Benetton'd it what
+We all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck
+Young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what
+We all safe from the po-lig, nobody bust
+FREEZE! We in the breeze with the blunts
+Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
+Meet up on the roof, look off the front, play low
+Watch out for po'-po', that's how it go, three in the whip
+We not that legit though, run for the gusto
+Peep Marcel and Brown comin around dippin' the logo
+Run if you ever got somethin' on you son
+You best to run, be off the set
+Jet, bounce from the projects, season of the vick
+Weed in your piss and parole gots ta have it
+Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
+Hang jump from the fire escape, I made it
+Drop the clip fingerprints all on it
+Aw fuck those bullets, I'm losin my pants
+I advance my speed, succeed in my travel
+Dance on 'em, in a fucked up whip
+Make my heart skip, caught up in the drug traffic
+I absconded, surrounded by the outfit
+120th tried to knock my whole clique
+Run! These black boys that take none
+Don't cop out to shit, take the three to six
+And you add that shit—run!
+If you ever pack a nice sized gun—run!
+If you sell drugs till your done—run!
+Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard
+[Verse 2]
+Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked
+In the dark heads scramble at the six-ooh
+Spies lookin at you one two oh lookin too
+How you roll what you stole let me see you go nah fuck you
+If you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you
+Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
+We gather in the plaza to jerk through
+360 with the crime wave, modern day slave
+Reversal on appeal, it's not real, plant that
+As a matter of fact we crackin down, us against Brown
+Run fast like you ran track
+Never look back push the Ac' on the sidewalk
+Crash, toss the heat and tear ass
+Zig zag 'til you reach your stash—run!
+If you sell drugs till your done—run!
+Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard
+
+Me and the God back to back one eight-five with the four-five
+Survive that shit, you took case, even though I remember your face
+Even though we seen you rollin near Bowling and Greene kid
+This cream'll get you robbed, knocked if you don't run
+Don't grab my jacket dunn, get the fuck off, break North or go to jail
+Word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
+You got my man shot, nigga—run!
+We whylin on Staten Island, it's one thing bein in the bing
+And not smilin on the gate, it's too late
+Fate held you over, Jakes runnin for snakes
+The white rover with the plates burn down Gee street
+Comin from outta state, see me in the driver's seat
+Coolin without the ID, it's not me
+That belongs to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E—run!
+If you sell drugs till they done—run!
+If you ever pack a nice-sized gun—run!
+If you wanna still have fun—run!
+Be the fuck out! Word to God, run hard... motherfucker
+[Outro]
+Run, motherfucker, runEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pillage[Intro: Sample]
+
+[Verse 1: Killa Bamz]
+Red dog ebonies, half Gotti and Lebanese
+You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text
+Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
+Newport, five percent of New York, spray darts
+Where you walk, cocoahead peers, throwin Shaolin spears
+Floatin through the Village, trapped in, designed to shine
+Pillage, war between the thug and the con
+As for the father reborn, castle in the mind
+Mind blind and captive, warfare be interactive
+Bamz is savage hard to substitute
+Smoke the hydro root, in a casual suit
+I'm tryin to walk these dogs but I'mma dog myself
+Get my wealth for delf, hard rock crews is so-low
+Stagnate, thoughts of payin dues
+Gotta prop the holes in my shoes, bare foot style
+Is Shaolin Isle, spend Valentine in the cooler
+Get the CREAM dula, figures and dollars
+Stuck I make a thug holla, swarmin the bees who rock the Walla
+Po-Po lookin for collars, peep the whole scene
+Make it happen, Shaolin, dart clappin
+Prepared for this war we assassins, but now I'mma chill
+For a minute, smoke bones of hydronetic and get pathetic
+Sources is similar to Voltron when we swarm
+Rock my red cape like Spawn
+Shaolin breathin in a hailstorm, teachers of Allah
+Know it's best to quote the topics
+Shaolin trees from prophets, representin Shaolin
+We gonna die for this, so don't you never fail
+Like crews who soul miss, temple doors open
+And your death wish, peepin analyst
+Bamz who got the mad new shit
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+The pillage, the pillage, the pillage
+Oceanwide, Donna on the outside
+Cyanide, killa bee hive, homicide
+His side is gone, it's on, my uniform is Uno
+Acapella was take two, respect due
+No commercial I teach though, I reach those
+Higher heights, mic to death, words of wisdom
+Words of a architect strike, hype is the crowd
+Down low is me, Bamz sugar free
+Check we radical dub, nightclub punish the club
+Attack hate running with love, better grub
+Dick 'em down easy, past sound, pass out
+Pass it around, grew up in The Tunnel
+Tracks against Wu rap debut, top article
+Spin it again, sign of the time rhyme
+Top of the line, bottom of the Pyramids
+Stretched in the alphabet, wet dust Moet, poet threat
+Evil cassette wreck shows, rip any set
+Direct approach coach a emcee, toast a emcee
+Don't provoke me, toast to me W-T-C
+Fade is still bushy, spot the best pussy
+Keep my gears flashin, ready for the action
+Fatal rap attraction, mic that rock the cradle
+Razor Sharp label, ferryboat
+Park Hill Gallo and the Sable
+Martin Luther King Islam Rodney King
+Two to four work release time in the bing
+Big guns lawyers dirty cops naked in the box
+Puerto Ricans, Africans, one Ox
+Bowl of rice Trump, poor people
+Plus meat that tastes lethal, we all not treated equal
+The bible, the thirty-six tribal
+Trials and tribulations, survival
+Drugs as my retardation, masturbation
+False identification, one nation
+Blood, mud, water, togetherness
+Terrorist, peace to all thug, Hennesey in the jug
+Box cutter under the rug, that'll cut your whole mug
+You bugged, kid, fuck offEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Oh-Donna[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Tell Mel Shawn to come in
+Word, yo, one life to live
+It's on your head
+Just like my daughters
+That's my word!
+Polka dot
+Connection
+Shine just apostle
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, my whole body like a spoiler kid, draped in the latest hits
+Both hands, two glass cutters, cops'll alter this
+Cream of Wheat steez pushed back, we in a spaceship
+Like the Jetsons, ashtray slide refreshments
+Automatic bubble yo, straight off the Benz
+Dac double Daniel unrockable fam milk the same yo
+Fuck you, Duel of the Iron, Tony win a Oscar
+Legendary rah, wicked Phantom of the Opera
+Blow fish the movie's over, die with a slow kiss
+Tongue kiss the neck and it's, mucus from a locust
+Stand on fly, Mel-a-chi is on standby
+The Y chromosome with the X that multiplies, yo
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Word on the block It’s the African Killer Bees
+Rap's under siege, Guyanese guns
+I got European funds, my ice don't melt
+Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff
+I pray like this, I break mics in half, shit realism
+Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
+Or get laid off, I spray New York
+I'm an angel, at war with the rappers
+Good black women sleep over at Cappa's
+I fall into it, Mr. September
+Rock my long FUBU shirt in the winter
+I respect my kind, plus pack a nine
+Daytime outfit superb outlet
+Staten Isle in effect, y'all in the manor
+If you can feel Don down it Atlanta
+I'm a poet, my work is never done
+Law of Park Hill, my mic is stage one
+Fifty-five tribes, in Psalms 30
+Caution, sometimes my thoughts get dirty
+Something precise, hold back the pressure
+My unit too nice, you only got one life
+To live, think twice
+(Think twice think twice twice twice twice)
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, a-yo; we swindle, make moves, PJ out the window
+Flamingo, Santa Domingo, let's Kringle
+Bruce Wayne digging graveyard rocks and swinging
+Multimillions, rap pavilion stay G'in
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+This year, we throw darts in the air
+To let y'all know this shit is severe
+Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na, Ohhhhhhh Donnn-na
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+Dove nice Mary Jane bitches Bud Light
+Co-production I spoke to Christ, shoes were light
+Statueheads all up in my lab like mad
+Empty bags are lying in the yard, welfare
+Dead weight yo, cables that clamp around the neck
+Sucrets fast Corvettes, Tecs on my rest
+Sabotage, rap motor large, Mickey caught a charge
+Credit card scam, when he couldn't rock the Wu skull
+Fuck yeah, televise the shit on Fox
+Big Ghost'll grab the jim and unfasten your box'
+You're allergic to the fungus on Earth, Killer Bee
+Headquarters is work, Khadafi body in his turf
+Yo, shame on, all y'all niggas on some Baywatch shit
+Sounding like me, sucking my dick
+Pretty Tone, long live the great Cappadon, Cappadon..
+[Verse 5: Cappadonna]
+.. as I get it on
+I'ma take time to wait for y'all niggas to stop
+It ain't enough room for y'all cats to sound chop
+In a class by myself I hold the foundation
+Face to face, I make my affiliation
+Short and brief, I make out with the loose-leaf
+In the struggle, ten years after the beef
+I choose to come forth then pronounce my sin
+If it's not the felonies or the color of my skin
+I'ma keep switching my gear, again and again
+From the training camp I drive past V.I.N
+It be Wu-Wear for life, my team is top billing
+More sacrifices, create better living
+My darts came to save the world like Blue Ribbon
+Protect seeds, and protect black women
+Raised in the Pillage right now we just drifting
+Ferry boat niggas make a whole lot of difference
+Drama, if you slacking up in the business
+Godly from the Group Home always got biscuits
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na
+Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na
+Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na
+Ohhhhhhh, Donnn-na
+[Outro]
+A killer should not be known, he must be discrete - understand?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Black Boy[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
+Word up, it's a beautiful day
+Bout to go poli' right now that's my word
+Aiyyo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid
+Dipped everyday my style is po-lit'
+I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost
+I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast
+For that wack ass MC, talking all the shit
+I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
+It's war with the Gods this year, represent
+The bitch-ass niggas keep trying to repent
+But we still licking off, we wild like 2 Cent
+Park Hill Projects, say it with your lungs
+Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns
+But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
+We gotta fuck something up
+Dead or alive y'all coming with us
+We live on the other side of the chart
+Where your mother met Poppa Wu
+
+[Chorus: Tekitha]
+Black boy, in the ghetto streets
+Black boy, no more suffering
+Black boy, shine the light for we
+Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+After the tour I came back for more
+Coming correctly, just like before
+Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate
+In the rec room regulating with Osirus
+Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts
+Minds on lease like expensive imports
+Elevate the seed, no lust or greed
+Living life long time may continue to breed
+Never getting caught up inside the agencies
+For ten long years, but I paid my fee
+Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C
+Back me down these streets are still ill
+From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill
+Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill
+Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill
+I'm taking this shit way back to Bill Bill
+In the projects where my man got killed
+
+[Chorus: Tekitha]
+Black boy, in the ghetto streets
+Black boy, no more suffering
+Black boy, shine the light for we
+Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Donna Camay, rocking with y'all all night
+Used to be a little stressed now I'm getting it right
+Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice
+From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man
+When the world go around these things start to happen
+Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitching
+Bloods accumulating, we getting impatient
+Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understanding
+That's how I'm planning, blow up like a cannon
+Pull my man in, hit y'all again
+Now I make sense, we do this for the rent
+Build with intelligence break your defense
+No hesitation, time gets spent
+Some fall victim, others get bent
+Some recognize, real niggas represent
+I can't never stop til my heart is content
+Putting in the work til I feel confidant
+Blast out darts in the Wu basement
+[Chorus: Tekitha] (x2)
+Black boy, in the ghetto streets
+Black boy, no more suffering
+Black boy, shine the light for we
+Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
+
+[Outro: kung-fu movie sample]
+Hahahahahahahaha
+Don't you know the underworld?
+There's no friendship party here
+No meeting
+You can come, but you can't leave
+Move! Let no one live..
+*sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Supa Ninjaz(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"
+
+[U-God]
+Dino the dart specialist
+Knahmean?
+Golden Arms, yo
+Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing
+What? Check it
+
+[Verse 1: U-God]
+The all eye seein, heavenly divine
+The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
+A Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me
+I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)
+A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
+Back the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
+A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
+Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
+Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
+The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed em
+Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtains
+I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
+For mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin savior
+America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
+The wave runners, what the blood seed again
+Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
+The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
+With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye
+Full metal street soldiers, born to die
+Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's Hammertime
+Niggas can't be touched here, the true and livin
+Night vision unseen, like Gene
+When I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
+In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
+To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
+By tracks that be True Mastered, opposites attract
+Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
+Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
+Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt
+What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
+I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett
+Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
+About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
+Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
+T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe
+When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
+When the coppers give chase, I give em finger
+The only hip-hop singer, to tell America
+To kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save ya
+From this major misbehavior, heavy hands
+Layin corners in the elevator, guard your grill
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
+Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
+Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state
+Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
+Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate
+Army tank, high rank, got the bank
+Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York
+To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day
+To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ's
+To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days
+With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
+The dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch dead
+Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform
+Shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don
+Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest
+We never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born
+
+("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fadeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dart Throwing[Raekwon the Chef]
+Let's get it on Kokomo
+John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
+Yeah
+Another Persian legacy
+
+[Method] The Iron Lung
+
+[Raekwon the Chef]
+Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo
+Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aéropostale
+Sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
+Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
+Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
+Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
+Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
+Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
+My nigga drop lost a stripe like adidas
+Shit is deep, the bridge still burnin
+The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
+Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
+The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
+
+[Method Man]
+I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
+In twelve inches, keepin my defenses
+Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
+In the ghetto servin life sentence
+Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
+Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
+Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
+Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
+In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
+Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
+To the will of the slum bite your tongue
+Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
+Guilty by association, stank bitch
+Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
+Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
+On your funky ass I only buy shit that last
+A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
+The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
+In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
+Head heavy, with deadly medleys
+[Cappadonna]
+I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came
+Over the children, as it began to rain
+I started buildin, spoke many times before
+But didn't score, my reading was poor
+Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
+And approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
+Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
+Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
+Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
+Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
+Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
+Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
+Peace out bro
+
+[Method Man]
+Tical
+Eyes as diamonds, time again
+Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
+Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
+Down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
+Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
+Hahahaha, right
+MotherfuckersEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Splish Splash[Verse]
+I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
+But when I come through, it's like everybody's slow
+One kid told me he used to be a pro
+Until he bump heads with new Cappachino
+You might of seen my face in the old school arena
+Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina
+I'm a felony, y'all cats a misdemeanor
+Eyeballing, all on my dick like Gina
+Smiling, you're not really ready for the Whylin'
+Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island
+All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion
+What you don't really want this here rut
+Rhyme prostitute, rhyme slut
+Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning
+I tear mics up, y'all need to quit
+The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit
+Some of y'all sing like never before
+I sleep all day while y'all trying to score
+Then I wake up like ALIEN³
+Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me
+Bitch, this is how the poor got rich
+Lay on the track then insert the hit
+Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant
+Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment
+Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic
+Nobody in my team have it
+You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill
+Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel
+It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics
+Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish
+Birthday rap style, come on make a wishEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Super Model[Intro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)]
+Uh-huh
+We back up in this piece, yo
+Yo, Donna
+Snatch these birds for a second
+They rabbits (Groupies!)
+Straight up nothing but rabbits
+Word up, birds are free (uh)
+Word, it's like yo, whisper!
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+She a super model, 33-33 throttle
+Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle
+Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro
+CC leaving marks on your tee-tees
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Love you in your Nikes
+The sweet sea breeze
+Make me fall to my knees
+If it's possible can I get a set of keys
+I swallow your tasty's
+BBC's they come in all varieties
+Hire me, hire CC I'm a liar
+But gimme, gimme
+My middle leg get you skimmy
+Take this shit like a shot of Remy
+Bend over let me introduce you to Rover
+Until it's over, now you sober
+Put your leg back on my shoulder
+I'm a scrub like you
+And plus one piece of ass'll just can never do
+My new 75 wives's coming through
+One female that live near the Bronx zoo
+Had to be home no later than 2
+And the 2 twins with the hour curfew
+The light-skinned females one's you call Boo
+THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!
+[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
+She a super model, 33-33 throttle
+Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle
+Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro
+Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Chocolate milk you look good in your silk
+Put your body on tilt take me for 2 G's
+Even though we not married I make love to you
+You can call me Larry
+Call me anything, don't trap me with the ring
+I'm a one night fling on the road trying to sing
+Yeah you a queen but C-Donna ain't your king
+My dress code switch it make you wanna swing
+A little episode
+I would have done it before but now you look old
+Sex on the first night that's how I roll
+Fronting on a crust being assed in the cold
+Try to play live what? Lady on a stroll
+Rack my Versace but can't pay the toll
+All Cappuchino women y'all got to go
+The love that I feel for women is untold
+Sweet or sour ladies if you got babies
+If you wanted to hit a nigga off in the eighties
+Jump in the Mercedes girl it's all true
+THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!
+[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
+She a super model, 33-33 throttle
+Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle
+Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro
+Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Knew a girl named Cindy, her sister named Don
+They used to come around with Shallah Raekwon
+A couple of years before the Wu was even on
+They love the way I dress captivated by my charm
+If you see me in the cut I'm just steadily calm
+It's a regular females be under my arm
+Ever since I got paid to start dropping the bombs
+I could take two women my nickname is long
+Crushing is involved I'm doing the James Bond
+Grant you a fantasy then I be gone
+That's under the hat the way I made you come back
+From the shoes to the hat
+All of my shit match
+I'm like a book of matches
+I'm always on strike, I'm double-jointed
+I can do it how you like
+Come to Keisha house yeah it's only right
+We can get together for a glass of ice
+And if the kids here something we can tell em it's a fight
+I love my 2 seeds more than my own life
+It's hard to escape punani appetite
+I see a pretty face I start falling in lust
+No matter what baby girl I just can't get enough
+Because THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT YOU!
+[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
+She a super model, 33-33 throttle
+Love the way her body shaped, shaped like a bottle
+Save it till tomorrow I'm like Zorro
+Starsky leaving marks on your tee-tees
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah & (Cappadonna)]
+(Save it till tomorrow CC leave a mark on your tee-tees)
+I love grupies Leave a mark on your snoopies
+(Groupies!)
+Come here rabbits
+(Put you in your iceberg snoopies)
+Take a bite of this carrot
+Uh-huh, wordEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blood on Blood WarYo, break that dutch down
+
+[First Verse: Cappadonna]
+You and your man, y'all fucked up for real
+Now we got to show y'all niggas the deal
+I sling raps, like cracks on the street
+Attack, riot, rise above
+Smash y'all, trash y'all, show y'all love
+Thoughts are bright like a lightbulb
+Ice cold raps, you stroll
+Lease a finance, one chance, be my CD entity
+Your energy is too low to bite my slug
+You get drug behind bars and death is stoled on
+Your code too simple, you best to hold on
+Meet number three slang auxilary, and slang therapy
+Based upon a true story, throw darts
+Cut markers, straight duplicators, it's the terminator, Wu Killa Bee
+Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head
+Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state
+What, play with the pussy and fuck
+Stuck with the poles forever, what
+Wu-Tang Forever, never sleep
+Lyrics that kill, murder one voice
+Chill or get dropped, your weak team ain't appropriate to no lessons
+Adolescence, rhyme war, encore, surrender to my rap, I'm stuck on the map
+Like I told you before winter war, in these days of hardcore
+Smoke never stop clearing, stop cheering, you making me hot
+Acid rain, a capell, wet you
+And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project
+Reject, with the mic check
+Set to be the son that set the place off
+Face off, my darts is loving you, cyanide made your piss smell like flouride
+Heavy stride, see it from the outside, archive five, smoke blunts hard
+[Chorus: Killa Bamz]
+Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
+Automatic darts are pulled
+Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
+We live for a blood on blood war
+Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
+Automatic darts are pulled
+Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
+Uncut raw we live for
+
+[Second Verse: Cappadonna]
+All I need, is ten big bags of weed
+Twenty-four acres of land so I could breathe
+Money like Dusty, Prize like Leon, throw darts at you if the heat's ever on
+Split you with the .45 caliber rap
+Beat y'all down with shit that sound fat
+Call 911, you still can't score
+You and your dulla ain't prepared for the war
+Yeah, you got heat but we got C4
+Plus we got buildings that's watching your door
+Hunchback, Chi-kids, Brother Jihad
+VGL, FMF, the Bam Squad
+Terrorize y'all from every direction
+Call up Hot 97 for protection
+Cappadonna, from the Wu-Tang Clan
+Spotted last night in the all black van
+Coming down the block with guns out the windows
+Licking shots off every time a wind blow
+My class come first, I'm first to represent
+Killa Bees linger in the air like incense
+Instant action, speed of a satellite, insight
+Sight snakes from afar
+Ajar, one side of a 2 faced bar
+Project star, CD hackers
+Supreme rapper, with the baseball cap
+I attack fatal on the track
+[Chorus: Killa Bamz]
+Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
+Automatic darts are pulled
+Stand for, never ignore the silence and violence
+That we live for a blood on blood war
+Blood on blood war, take your mind on tour, stand tall like the Berlin Wall
+Automatic darts are pulled
+Stand for, never ignore the blood on blood war
+Uncut raw we live for
+Yeah
+
+*6 gunshots, then the dropping of shells in the background*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wu-South[Intro: Rush]
+Yeah... Street Flavor.. yeah.. you know?
+Yo, Cap, it's Rush... murder one, no love
+Call a nigga from North Carolina
+That's what it is, New York City...
+Bolo, what up? Cack-lack...
+
+[Rush]
+I'll break a nigga back, when I'm holding the mack
+Me and Cap bridging the gap, on one track
+The S.I.N.Y. and the Cack-lack
+I crack a nigga open like I'm drinking six packs
+It's on and popping in the bottom
+Stop a nigga in the mud if he got a problem
+It's dirty out here, walk around with so much ice
+I need a slay, Wayne Gretzky and they call me when it sudden death
+I feel like Rocky when he ran a hundred steps
+That ain't beef, that's pocket meat on your chest, boy
+I move keys like I'm on the keyboard
+Big Rush on the Triton, I got the license
+To pay a sniper when I'm writing
+On this microphone, I'm Mike Tyson
+How Street Fighter niggas call me M. Bison
+I stay high in my blood pressure, the slug'll dead ya
+Pack burners that'll give niggas the war, it's real
+[Cappadonna]
+Nickel plated tech with the shiny pearl handle
+Red infer' beam on the so-called vandal
+Original legits, still cool like Summer Sam
+You got a three hundred watt, with a low key light candle
+Burning up the jam, oh, Donna can't cook
+You and the dummy hit the head, Oh Donna had you hooked
+On the snub nose, because I never dug those
+Part time crime, bust me from behind
+Niggas that play sometime, most of the time
+With the nine, big dummy bullets are blind
+So to arm me and protect, you gotta move correct
+And play humble, as you prepare for the rumble
+Then glide like a snake, and let off like the bumble
+Two bigger trigger, I figure I got a lotta
+One tough, hit the fucked up by Don Dada
+I'm my all black self, with the 90 shot clip
+Waiting patiently for my posse to flip
+So I can wet something love-love, push come to shove-shove
+Might have to wet a nigga up with the snub bug
+Thirty eight pistol, handle rough like Crisco
+Cousin Cappa, shatter competition like crystal
+
+[Lil' Milz]
+If, life's a hustle, I grind it out
+So I can cop the big face, watch, diamoned out
+Eyes chinky in the Bentley, pulling up in the drive way
+Like Sinatra, nigga, I did it my way
+Repping East side, with guns on each side
+Last nigga tried, you know that he died
+Who real round here, blue steel round here
+Little ears on the block, get ya peeled round here
+I'm the man with the rock, giving feels round here
+If you want it, I can get that, hit you with a big pack
+Don't bring my shit back, six in your knick knacks
+Don't mean no harm, but I'm shooting with big gats
+This and a flip jack'll make your ass flip back
+[Jarmen]
+Yeah, fuck that, uh-huh, walk with me
+I'm good with thousand grams, and a well in the will
+While you polly in the hood, I'm on Federal Hill
+Moving and shaking, underground, using Jamaicans
+Moving these cakes in Montego, shoot up, ya naked
+Get on and beat it, charge money, son, it's large money
+Rubberband wrapped under the hard wood floor, money
+And I ain't gonna spend a red cent
+I'm just sitting on bread, try'nna get this red shit
+I live for them dead presidents, ever since there was facts, high paids
+I was try'nna get paid, nigga, I left 10th grade, for the american dream
+Hitting hoods hard with that heroine lean
+You only dream about my way of life, day or night
+I'mma get it, just as long as we poor, fuck the law
+
+[Outro: Jarmen]
+Yeah, uh-huh, Street Flavor, word up
+Yeah, nigga, uh-huh, give it up or get slumped, nigga
+That's how we coming through...
+Fifty one, thirty six, Bel Air Road, nigga
+Street Flavor...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Everything Is Everything[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+All in the club like what? Rugged dressed up
+Hair messed up, gold on my neck
+Don't sweat y'all show respect Poppa on the set
+Death threat, I come a long stretch you can bet
+Love is love, for real for real
+Feel what you feel Park Hill 1-0-3-0-4
+Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war
+Prepare for darts, martial arts
+Let me shine keep me and mine, Son of Song
+Took too long, back throwin darts, without remorse
+Dart holocaust, slang boss
+Remain top hip-hop, drop you to your knees for these
+Big CDs, you heard it through the grapevine
+Killa Beez
+
+[Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca]
+Everything is everything, reality
+I keep my mind on everything, cause everything
+Ain't always everything, and everything
+That you see ain't reality, they just illusions
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Face to face I break bread every time
+In the world I hold mine, play it
+Now check it, see if you can comprehend
+These crossover rappers that lost they origin
+Run from the Wu this time it's more trouble
+I'm comin for the wreck so y'all could never bubble
+Never concerned about rabbits, after my carrots
+Cherryheads, and parrots
+Won't live in the barracks, we Don Ho
+Buckwild with the flow, how we do
+Timbo's and full boot, vocabulary pitfall
+Fuck all, more clothes than the mall
+Let's brawl
+Wu-Tang broke radio laws, the opposite of mines
+Is yours, from sea shores to bankrupt
+I conduct, erupt like Holyfield
+Third seal, third chamber's from the hood
+Branch out, and everytime you see Don
+I'm up to no good... motherfucker
+Splash that
+[Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca]
+Everything is everything, reality
+I keep my mind on everything, cause everything
+Ain't always everything, and everything
+That you see ain't reality, they just illusions
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I'm all alone, I feel trouble in the street
+City heats, ghetto beefs, trick or treat
+Call Chief, mad beef with MC's
+Entity, Killa Beez one machine
+Intervene, on scene self esteem
+We gleam at night, it seems like
+We too hype, hop y'all like checkers
+Projectors, we break laws, get yours
+We break jaws reunite, we upright
+It's alright, out of sight, out of mind
+It take time I develop, heads swell up
+Shut the hell up, add on, you been warned
+Mics get torn in half, I drop math
+Don't laugh, a bloodbath with this here
+Rap Shakespeare, beware, Donna-mite
+Brown skin with the satellite, I represent
+Buckwild and Streetlife like 2 Cent
+For real, for real
+Love is love, for real, for real *overlaps chorus*
+[Chorus x2: Rhyme Recca]
+Everything is everything, reality
+I keep my mind on everything, cause everything
+Ain't always everything, and everything
+That you see ain't reality, they just illusions
+
+[Kung-Fu movie sample]
+– The other killers, have already shown up. Now it'll be your turn, to die too
+– We're ready anytime!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Check for a Nigga[Intro]
+Park Hill, Staten Island, New York City
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+If you in Maryland, check for a nigga
+If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
+If you in Toronto, check for nigga
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+You see me Uptown, yo you see me Uptown last night
+With my new Nike's, satellite gold as hell
+I stroll well, I protect with the most
+Respected mic check, cassette full of life
+High technology, Gortek intellect
+Good for a million, one dart project
+Kid I nurse this rap shit, textbook monitor
+Merge just like traffic, dick deserve an encore
+One of a kind, Pro-Line hydro head
+Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass
+Quick competition, got you in a smash
+Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear
+I fear none, Dolemite strike three time
+Award mic fuck crazy vagina
+Born first to rock fifty, S.I. New York City
+Slang Nitty, check for me badly
+Mandatory for me to keep fuckin y'all head up
+The one man news team fast like a photographer
+[Chorus]
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+If you in D.C., check for a nigga
+If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
+If you in Ohio, check for a nigga
+If you in Toronto, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+Straight from the heritage, public announcers
+Ounces of darts, he fucked you over
+I stole ya heart, so just in case
+You forgot about the face, flash that camera
+At the all-time great, slight paranoid
+Fuck toys consistent, fluent slang pediment
+It's the magnificent, first album
+Hot tracks on the sipper, low flame deliver
+Defense like a Giant, it's the Son of Pslam giver
+Masterpiece in the making, Asian
+African Egyptian Jamaican
+Swordplay from the deep isolation, whattup cousin?
+Have a drink on the house, I blow mics out
+This man is on fire, fully developed
+Dance with the organizer, chance me
+Tap into my Wu pedigree, numba three chamber
+Second in the cut, it's the Black Lone Ranger
+Cat in the Hat, fresh clothes on the hanger
+The Last Man Standing with the vest and the banger
+Desperate to delegate, peep me on the Magnavox
+Channel Fox, telecommunicate
+Match money like socks, summertime style
+Thunderstorm, vocabulary anonymous
+Kid extra Caligula, poetry in particular
+[Chorus]
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+If you in Virginia, check for a nigga
+If you in Manhattan, check for a nigga
+If you in D.C., check for a nigga
+If you in Georgia, check for a nigga
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+
+[Verse 3]
+Outfits forever; new Cappadonna, blue is my quaintness
+I'm a maintenance in this rap shit, politics
+Spit the graphic mix it up nice spent
+Twist me in the city, elegance walk
+My style Don Hard Juan, Passenger 57
+In Jackson 10, A Soldier and a Gentleman
+Calm and hyper, deadly spokesperson
+Smooth like a tiger, inquiring minds
+Design arts and crafts, used to play the field
+On the rap, drafted the devil
+Bass and treble, worldwide baritone
+Judge wise on the throne, wild like sober lyrics
+Splash out my dome, uncontrollable
+Staten Island untold feel it across the globe
+I expand, Cappa the man, head low
+Eyes red like a Wu suit, do it right Sixty
+My stee' mary alley, follow my lead
+Not my language it's dangerous, pitbull fightin
+A war, hardcore C-4 with the words kid
+Better branches, turn your head twice
+One life, still gettin it right, then yo
+[Chorus]
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+If you in Brooklyn check for a nigga
+If you in Manhattan check for a nigga
+If you in Queens, check for a nigga
+If you in the Bronx then check for a nigga
+Check for a nigga, check for a nigga
+
+[Outro]
+Check for a nigga
+If you in the Woods, check for a nigga
+Check for a nigga
+If you in the Garbage, check for a nigga
+Check for a niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+MCFBlack solidarity day, arrest sentence
+Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon
+High like my man cmon give me the fame
+His flame is so bright, open up your life
+Let me swim with your feelings
+I love yall to death get married to my song
+I prolong, nigga, my style is real strong
+Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school
+Blood pool kid with the low cut fade
+My darts is number one, playtime is over
+Black October, my debt still correct
+Revised and updated from the old temple
+Big Pens is Tai Chi
+Head crack shit my brains is Jet Lee
+Put away your weapons its Master MC
+One hundred skills if you ever try to fuck me
+
+[Hook]
+Feet come first, sometimes not the head
+Some niggas eat, some dont get fed
+If you live by the sword you might die by the lead
+You get what you get if you thinking with your dick
+MCF mean your thinking with your head
+Money comes first this time I can't dead
+You get what you get if you thinking with your dick
+MCF mean your thinking with your head
+Warp in the projects watch out for Ted
+Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed
+Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour
+Its only Staten Island that represent the power
+God body we stand, unite, kid, right
+With the excellent beam of light, so stand still
+Hold your breath, the late homicide hill
+Before the big gates, everything was chill
+SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim
+SUUU, you better beware, we comin in
+Original, yeah its the kid from back then
+To all the pussy niggas that be tryin to pretend
+MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem
+Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates
+Dont perpetrate, hip hop is mine
+Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly
+In a orderly fashion, thrashin, black mamma javelins
+Travellin, once again dun, try to comprehend
+Catch a split end
+
+[Hook]
+
+Im takin trips downtown, havin the shit go down
+Fresh niggas, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats
+Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps
+I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo
+Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin on tours for the course
+Whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin
+The lime livin, plus thank heads forgivin
+But sue the ones that dont, Cappa's goin gold
+Never sold my soul, twenty somethin years old
+Try for the globe, one time tastin the wine
+Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength
+To go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these
+Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court
+Days are too short, Im completin all my goals, stay amped up
+Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education
+That money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case
+MCF means fuck off kid, you outta place
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+South of the Border[Intro: Cappadonna]
+RZArector in the shadow
+True Master in the shadow
+Golden Arms in the shadow
+12 O'clock in the shadow
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadona]
+Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity
+My cold thoughts revolve around New York City
+Evidence are, in the tunnel where the train enter
+Be the gat from the old time, '86 crime
+Opposites attract, my electrical shine
+OK Polly see me downtown with 2 peacocks with Rollie Fingers
+We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers
+Try to connect with pros
+Drug slingers keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows my rap shot's hot
+But suppose you get caught up in the mix
+A non fix of convicts, conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
+Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
+2 faced cliques be getting rubbed like Vicks
+Right off the dirty water, south of the border
+Reporters and Cotton ball heads paid they quarters
+To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting
+The return of the swarm, the night time storm
+Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
+My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it
+Travel wit the rich, politic
+Put your money on my dick
+Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy, Park Hill, Staten Island seal
+Rock the Reel to Reel, we high hills deep
+Creep, sweep beats off they feet
+Teach in the cracks of the street
+My family ain't complete unless the Abbot in the seat
+South of the border
+[Break: Cappadonna]
+Shaolin in the shadow
+Medina in the shadow
+The Emerald City in the shadow
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
+Splash you, I'm still the best in town
+Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment
+My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent
+More time is spent wise
+Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs
+Too much French fries, not enough shake
+RZA blow orchestra earthquake
+No set date
+Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake
+Industries bug out hit Madison Square house
+Roll the red rug out
+I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South
+South of the BorderEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pump Your Fist[Killa Bamz]
+Uhh, yeah, what, uhh, yeah
+Darts of armored warfare, Deep the rhyme Caprice
+Deep in levels, alibi havin rebel could play
+This competition for pounds in the state of permission
+Conversation bout this kid Killa Bamz
+You want defense, man to man, location Shaolin New York
+It ain't nuthin to talk or walk
+Get dark son, economic times to fault
+Style is mangohead stagnated from soft
+What the fuck you thought, we was given support?
+Live from Beatdown, Shaolin success, bypass the rest
+Move sixty deep, Dutch with the charm
+One hundred, twenty arms, designed to unleash bombs
+Holdin dart guns in palms
+One hundred divine cyphers, Killa Bamz
+I pack the dart gun hate to see another death in the fam
+Uhh, yeah, what
+
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+
+[Tekitha]
+Y'all confused and amusing, transfusion I'm bruising
+Meth-Tical illusions, salutin my blade
+Tongue blade of fury, nurse the wound leary weary
+Teary fear me, clearly, the pearl drop
+Time stop, holdin shop, shockwave be brave
+Ghetto came style is maim out to lunch
+Out to crunch munch rhyme foods, my life reflect the jewel
+My life control the cruise, ten deadly touches too
+Grip the Dutches move, swing rough to cut ya
+Is the one to seek philosophy in crutches
+You disbelieve, in the T
+Truth Equal King Islam Truth Heard Alive, TEKITHA
+Bust the cypher on the Gods, bust the cypher on the Gods
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Vanglorious darts, brown skinned with the pen
+Pioneer shift from the beginning to the end
+Whatever I do, y'all imitate -- try to come close
+But can't come straight; I branch out
+Terrorize scenes, split tracks, split hats
+Bare facts, guns, crazy funds, a thousand sons
+That'll rain on your gang, you're too plain
+My dope is uncut, high level high like a plane
+Bigger bite bigger mic underground beneath these streets
+W-T-C, leaky leak
+Time meet, Chi meet, ain't nuttin sweet
+Pakistan, Iran clan is like Christ
+Word to Poltergeist, smash every tape
+Deep thoughter, out of order, off
+Seven thirty, bugged like psycho from the Bronx
+Wild like fat pen child to be the rap Lawrence Martin
+Eyes like lills, mescaline pills
+Three bills worth of darts, pump the heart
+Bottom of the chart, slug art closin you in once again
+It's the all time great, demonstrate, vocabulary execution
+Executive approachin, Tang a demonstration
+Pillage Incorporated, first place
+A thai clean like a plant, eight time writer champ
+Lamp on the beatbreak, camp on verses
+Cheat on producers, men go working
+Rhymes make a mill-in, born Park Hill'n
+Internal lyrics, expose the profane
+Vote for Cappadonna and your whole life'll change
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shit
+Pump up your fist (3X) if you love this shitEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Killa Killa Hill[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Yo, we grew up in the grind, ya'll
+Now it's our time to shine ya'll, yo, we did our time ya'll
+Now we back to collect our check, give us our respect
+Debts gotta get paid off, a nigga hit the deck
+My Goon Squad coming correct, handcuffs, Jakes backin' us up
+We got it rough, on some guns bust
+Niggas hold dust, through it all, kept our head off
+Feds sped up, niggas in my hood read up
+We still gully, and my whole click dead up
+Clackin' them shots, right, my Goon Squad kick lead up
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+I'm from the Valley where the Goons stay, valors and S.K.'s
+Shoot up your saloon and lay
+Through a poverty side of my life, we came from
+All the big niggas eat meals, real niggas kept ones
+So much drugs in a box, gloves, couple Glocks
+Thugs that stay on blocks, wolves that lay on cops
+Dressin' like gangstas, I've been silkin' it before courvoisier and blunts with rocks
+We had to eat to live, cuz only real niggas protect
+Lively hood, and get Hollywood props
+I ran with arm specialist who loved to shoot, wrestle, spit
+Bang bitches, buy a little drizzle and box
+For all that we know, I analyze the rich steelo
+Milk the game, Suge Knight a few people
+Then made a lot of deposits, throughout the logic
+My mental came swift, that's the project
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, my team pressed up on the crime side
+Them devils tried to catch us all, guarding our blind side
+I cocked back the hammer, load up on my nine side
+Startin' a revolution, like my Goon Squad died, poverty strucken
+Right where the poor people reside, deep in the hood
+Young bloods stay flippin' them pies, lookin' for easy ways out
+My niggas try'nna survive, whippin' the gauge out
+Strugglin', against all odds, stompin' the rage out
+Duckin' down deep in them cars, whippin' the page out
+Niggas stay kickin' them bars, knockin' ya fade out
+Get ready for my Goon Squad stars, let the parade out
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'll
+God rules everything around us
+Goons get the money, Killa Killa Hill ya'llEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Young Hearts[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
+You left me here, alone, with a shine
+All hope was gone
+I couldn't find y world alone
+How could I break my home
+Still I doubted you
+And still your strength enchanted me
+You was a father to my child and a man to me
+Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free
+Run free, young hearts
+Young hearts, run free
+Run free, young hearts
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Girlfriend, what you did was wrong
+Even though the love was strong, you moved on
+Never had faith in the Don, you was safe
+With the Don, and then you walked out
+A broken house, a broken heart
+Cry for my dart, we had a plan
+We was woman and man, the hourglass
+Held the sand, I held you like contraband
+But you didn't understand when the four devils
+Came inside of your life that night
+We argued and fight, you knew it wasn't right
+Fucked up our life, my thoughts come stronger
+Every ounce, it's not my fault
+That you wanted to bounce, now you telling me
+That you cleaned up your act, beep me every time
+But I never call back, that's how I felt
+When you was making me crack
+Me leave wifey for you??
+[Break: Cappadonna]
+I'm crying
+I'm crying
+
+[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
+You left me here, alone, with a shine
+All hope was gone
+I couldn't find y world alone
+How could I break my home
+Still I doubted you
+And still your strength enchanted me
+You was a father to my child and a man to me
+Now I'm so lost strong hearts, run free
+Run free, young hearts
+Young hearts, run free
+Run free, young hearts
+Young hearts, run free
+Run free, young hearts
+Young hearts, run free...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Shake Dat[Intro: Culture]
+When we come pass the grass and land in dirty water
+
+[Intro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers)
+(If y'all ain't wit) Yeah!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+VA, B-More, uh! Georgia, uh! Maryland
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Yeah, New York, West Coast, East Coast
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all)
+Uh! Uh-huh, yeah
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Come on, come on, yeah, uh!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Yo
+These thoughts is fire hot like uh!
+Never souflan uh, uh (If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Yeah, uh, yeah, Hah!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Yo
+
+[Cappadonna]
+These thoughts of fire, hot like sex
+Never fall off in the projects
+Original Don, rockin the world
+Catch in the palm, hold on to me
+Real rap shit, over here
+The Wu clap shit, fuck an MC
+It's all about me, raise the flag when I drop my G
+Mad love, give it to DC, all for the money, burn a sensee
+Chill with the hoes, and get lovely
+OTF, cases of bubbily
+Shake ya ass, don't trouble me
+We keep it real, Homocide Hill
+Off the meat rack, coke in the bill
+Gun talk, a ruffneck city
+Shake ya ass, show no pity
+Get the cash, fuck that kitty
+After that, it's time to get dough
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Gimme a track, I lace the flow
+I go to places y'all can't go
+Overseas, me doin the show
+Playa hate me but we got the Mo'
+Test me, that's a big no-no
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Uh!
+[Chorus 2X: Jammie Sommers]
+Fuck y'all niggas if y'all don't know
+If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go
+Wu-Tang, forever gettin dough
+All In Together, like at the show
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Love is still love, come on girl
+Give me a chance, I'll rock the world
+Shake ya ass, get on down (If y'all ain't wit us)
+We stay trippin, my part of town
+Sex on the beach, came with the piece
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+It's all good, you just like the beast
+Take ya time, ain't nothin wrong with the bump and grind
+Blunt in ya hand, dust on ya mind (If y'all ain't wit us)
+Enjoy ya cash, we all wanna shine
+Nine to five, not the part time
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Shake ya ass, baby don't quit
+Tight dress, yea you the shit
+Nice hair-do, heavy on the wrist
+Buck-head bounce just the twist
+Everybody do it, just like this
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+VA style, somethin you can't miss
+Wu-Tang, poppin the Cris'
+Down in B-More, ya name on the list
+Free for all, it ain't no pay
+Love for love, let's break day
+Everybody chill, it's time to play
+Shake that ass, shake it away
+Shake ya ass, I'll show you the way
+Uh!
+[Chorus 3X]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Peace in the club, havin the fun
+Fuck all the hoes, not just one (Y'all got to go)
+Here with the dogs, we all want some
+Later for that, keep chasin the cat (Y'all got to go)
+Shake ya ass, bump in the back
+Live as a fam, don't smoke crack
+Summertime, don't know how to act (Y'all got to go)
+G-string, all up in ya rump (Never that!)
+Football style, brothers'll pump
+Pop that coochie, get in the front
+Ride that shit, do a little stunt
+Fuck these cats, is scared of the cunt
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Shave her ass, do it for a month
+FUBU city, nigga don't front
+Sweat to ya death, spark that blunt
+Whatever you do, never make war
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Wu-Tang niggas'll break that jaw
+Stay on the dancefloor, keep it real
+Shake it, break it, love the feel
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Sounds so good, it's sex appeal
+Cappachino put sex on the reel
+Shake it baby, you know the deal Uh!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+[Outro: Cappadonna (Jammie Sommers)]
+Yeah, uh! Yeah! You know the deal girl
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Uh! Give it to a nigga, uh!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Do it, uh! Come on girl
+You to nigga, uh!
+(Wu-Tang, if y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Uh-huh, yeah!
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Chk-chk..
+(If y'all ain't wit us y'all got to go)
+Uh.. {*laughs*}
+
+[Skit Outro: Cappadonna]
+This is only my sophmore project, man
+But I still feel like a freshman
+You know, so I got anger
+I'm comin in, I'm comin in like one of the new jacks
+Just comin in Elmira, wit the D-suit on and whatever
+All wrinkled up, niggas throwin piss down
+From the eight galleries or whatever
+You know, but that's me right there
+So what, I'm just comin to representEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do You Remember?[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yo, Ohh man, Yo
+Yo you remember when your girl used to like me and you
+Ahh man, It's all good though cause like yo
+Man, You my best friend my dude
+You know what I'm talking about, We been doing this for years
+Here you can hold my gazelles yo, Word
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, Do you remember when we used to make zip guns, Shooting em
+Playing skelly plus balls, We be routing em
+Hop Scotch, High-waters, Pops gave us quarters
+Rock candy, Miss Terry with the cute daughters
+Spin the bottle, Catch kiss and get a little bit
+I remember when we used to carry little sticks
+Mad ribbons in they hair, We kept little chicks
+Block parties, Roller skating up and down the block
+Red Alert, Bambaataa, Plus Dr. Rock
+Gucci frames, No lenses with the big box
+Reebok's in every color with the slout socks
+Dyed hair, Lotto sneakers plus polka dots
+I remember when we never heard of crack spots
+Best friends, Little straws on the bike rims
+Tight Lee's, Bell bottoms with the stripe blends
+Halloween, Thanksgiving, Plus Christmas
+Now brothers acting like they never even heard of this
+[Hook 1: Cappadonna]
+Do you remember, Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up
+Bang-Bang, Bang-Bang
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Do you remember when we used to eat beans and franks
+And Momma Love used to get on us to say our thanks
+Or when we used to play tag, Hiding under the couch
+Trying to get in rec parties, They was kicking us out
+And how about when we used to play hookie from school
+And somebody else parents beat us, And mega junk food
+Do you remember Kangol hats were stuffed with plastic
+And bowl cuts we had were shaped like a basket
+We used to be at the center squeezing a chicks butt
+And everybody that was corny we called em a duck
+Sometimes we beat box and we bang on tables
+Graffetti was everywhere, Plus the fat gold cables
+
+[Hook 2: Cappadonna]
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+When we used to play shoot em up, Shoot em up
+Bang-Bang, Shoot em up
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+Do you remember, Do you rememmmbbbeer
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, Yo, You know what was real funny man
+Why all the time we used to have like holes in our knees
+On our pants, On our jeans
+We always kept holes right there for some strange reason
+And remember when we used to have the sneakers
+They used to like, Go out in the back
+And sometimes the sock be ripped in the back
+And sometimes in the front too
+And then the sneaker used to wear down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Turn Around[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yo, I wanna dedicate this song right here
+To everybody that feel like giving up
+Thought it was too rough for you or whatever
+There's no turning around, there's no looking back
+Chase your dreams, do what you gotta do
+I got your back
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Picture me turning around, cuz I'm already set
+In the game, and I'm holding it down
+I went from, rags to riches, riches to rags
+From Baltimore to Staten Island, slums, driving in cabs
+Never gave up on my dreams as a young teen, serving the fiends
+On my block with my Puma's and jeans
+Been many places in the world, used to be out in Queens
+Me and my China, AB, my doola since rock
+A couple years before Biggie and Pac
+I remember stashing cracks in my little shoebox
+Now I'm back on the grind, claiming a spot
+On tour with Ghostface, I love it alot
+Me and my whole team hungry still stuck in the grot
+Rather be out in the streets than being stuck in the box
+What up, I just here linger with my two foots up
+I don't have to play the six, now, I be in the cut
+I be lamping like a lamp post, you loving my touch
+Crack smiles at the hoodrats, they cracking they Dutch
+And it's music I for soul, that's why I'm never gonna give it up
+[Interlude: Q-Dini]
+That's right, you can't afford to give it up, cuz
+Don't turn around, ain't no looking back, you know
+This is the better life movement right here, you know
+Ain't nothing back there for us, we gotta learn
+From the things we did in our past, gotta push forward, you heard?
+
+[Cappadonna]
+There just ain't no turning around, no matter what happen
+Gotta push forward, knew my vision was clear ever since I first saw it
+Used to carry a stacks, but now I can't afford it
+It get real in my life, that's why I camcord it
+Sometimes I'm down on my luck, but I always fought it
+Constantly moving, I'mma keep climbing up the ladder
+Locking the evil out until my pockets get fatter
+Helping momma love, cuz you know that's how I do it
+And when my babies call, man, you know I jump to it
+And ain't no looking back, don't forget in past sentence
+Stay focused, maybe I can push another Benz
+Up on the radio, get a little more spins
+I keep writing cuz I'm feeling like I got the wins
+If I ain't home, probably next door at Trina Kim's
+Thinking about investing time into our future
+Still carry the torch and sing a song for Luther
+And through the process, I'mma steady, keep love my neighbor
+And give thanks, Jesus Christ, be my lord and savior
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Uh-huh, yo, this one right here is for everybody
+That thought they couldn't make it
+Want to give up on their dreams, yeah
+Don't even worry about it, yo, it's gon' get better
+Just don't look back, man
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, it's no more turning around, Popa Al told me
+Keep on holding the crown, I got my two feet
+Posted on solid ground, I know my daughter look nice in an African gown
+And for my seeds, yo, believe me, I'mma keep it popping
+I told ya'll before, quit can never be my option
+This one's for Bill Cosby Jr. and my man Cochran
+That's why I'm putting my heart, into another doctrine
+And still giving my best, that's why I'm steady rocking
+Loving my people, while I'm thinkin' bout Christmas shopping
+Throwing darts cuz we try'nna keep these albums dropping
+I ain't selling no crack and I ain't picking cotton
+Get a nine to five, what? Man, you think I'm stopping?
+I'm going hard for my people, gone not forgotten
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna (Q-Dini)]
+Yo, Dini? (What up)
+Yo, remember you used to be chasing them cars, man
+In the streets (I'm saying them days is over for me, daddy)
+I hear that (remember them days, when you used to come through
+To cut through the building, with the get ya on your side
+With the fucking...) Mask on... yeah, son
+Them days is behind me, I'm saved now
+(So I guess it's safe to say, we gon' move forward with this)
+Until them future songs, with a new psalm
+(Trying to Cappatilize) Off of everything we doingEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bread of LifeIntro: Cappadonna
+This is the bread of life man
+The bread of life
+Cus I'm gonna feed all of y'all
+I'm gonna feed all of y'all with intelligent lifespans man
+I'm gonna give y'all vocubulary veggies
+Word up and make y'all understand that
+Now is the time to come amongst this nation
+And end all devilishment
+
+2nd Intro: Cappadonna
+You don't really want god in your life
+You don't really want god in your life
+
+Hook: Cappadonna
+The bread of life
+Drop jewels and take flight
+In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
+X3
+
+Verse 1: Neonek
+Pour my wars out basins
+My gates is filled with live grazes
+Live and die for the king
+Escaping hells faces
+Forces with chariots armed
+Dark horses
+God will make God ????? and face loses
+Seven months to bury the dead
+The lord said
+Make a feast for the birds and bees to eat flesh
+Shouldn't turn the man you are
+Consume you in your darkness
+Bloodbaths sealed with fire the lords wrath
+Man fainted
+Now they see the glory God painted
+Heavens army made a statement on your anti-Christ arrangement
+Swinging the sword against God
+And every mountain
+Unleash a vile plague on all you heathens who be doubting
+Lined up
+Split you in half and grind up
+I lined up split you in half and grind up
+Enemies are the most high dined hired up
+When your times up
+The lord made his mind up
+Everlasting torment for all you snakes who played foremen
+Verse 2: Cappadonna
+I got pains in my stomach
+I just need to eat
+I can't take it no more it's like life in the street
+Got my hands shaking
+Stressed out for cess
+This rap is like coke
+My mother can't rest
+Times is hard
+GATS in the projects
+Niggas got jealous since my LP
+Made life better
+Now y'all hate me
+Putting my life down for G-O-D
+I rock this
+Only love can top this
+Laced in clean spirits
+Now I'm spotless
+Pulling out nots
+Now I make hits
+Throw jewels at you
+Reap the benefits
+Laid back love eat my tuna fish
+Like that y'all
+My God'll slap y'all
+Devils in the place
+Angels'll trap y'all
+Hook: Cappadonna
+The bread of life
+Drop jewels and take flight
+In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
+X3
+
+Verse 3: Killah Priest
+As the full moon follow my passage
+Enter my tomb now strike the matches
+Light up the room
+Open my caskets
+Theres my Mummy
+Covered in maggotts
+Say the words bring me back like Lazarus
+Came to pass like the old lady who read my tarrots
+My GAT spit
+Still I shed the tears of a saint
+My hearts passion
+Painting pictures that's mad graphic
+After my words are said
+My paper burns up in ashes
+All my thugs surround me like Christ at the last supper
+Cold winds beat upon the window shutters
+We break bread
+8 Fed's came in and bust us
+They rush us
+They took me I screamed to my dog
+The Sun Of Man must suffer
+They kill me
+Another one will rise from the gutter motherfuckers
+Hook: Cappadonna
+The bread of life(You don't really want God in your life)
+Drop jewels and take flight
+In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
+X2
+
+Verse 4: Cappadonna
+We always in the struggle
+Making those Wu-Banga's
+We hang like hangers
+It's the essence of hip-hop
+Live in the present
+Write rhymes or Hasson'll never test this
+Eighties fundamental
+God is essential
+Rents due plus the greatest lesson is don't owe
+Pray with the flow and cruise through the avenue
+Blacked down like some of the Jews do
+Guns kill so do a missle
+All praise due
+May the father be with you
+A child need milk
+These needles are specially built to open your mind
+Now is the time oh Lord place your hands upon us
+It's the meat by selling bricks
+To building cocaine weak
+People don't speak where it's rats and 'roaches
+Cats and dogs
+Cops roll like Bozz Hogg
+In the jungle
+Where every black man is Tarzan
+We are gathered here today
+In the name of this rap
+We coming in peace
+So nobody have to get clapped
+
+Hook: Cappadonna
+The bread of life
+Drop jewels and take flight
+In this royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
+X7
+
+Outro: Cappadonna
+You don't really want God in your life
+The bread of life
+You don't really want God in your lifeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If It’s Alright With You(feat. U-God)
+
+Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
+Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
+Politic
+
+Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
+Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn
+Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks
+You catch one trying to pretend you could win
+Headlock show the block kid counterattack
+Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
+Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
+Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin
+Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever
+Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king
+So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down
+Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for
+You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil
+My technique is speak have you knocked out weak
+Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep
+Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggas can't stop
+Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top
+Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor
+Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech
+Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
+Cap the imperial, bring out new material
+You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head
+Wu is in town, catch the hand-off
+Prepare for my dancehall standoff
+Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
+Here they come again through customs
+Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
+Chorus:
+If it's alright with you it's alright with me
+We can take this rap game to a higher degree
+We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
+Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon
+
+Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms
+These ninety-nine powerful circling swords
+Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on
+Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists
+Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist
+Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist
+Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip
+Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone
+Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone
+Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger
+Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up
+Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm
+Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
+I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
+I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean
+My path releases, volcanic acids
+Engage in the page activity is autographics
+Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and
+Words plays over power practice might bust em
+The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane
+The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion
+The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap
+I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped
+The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan
+With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams
+American hustler up and coming with a vengeance
+Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension
+One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation
+Slang person nailed now we move on a motation
+Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel
+Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel
+We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel
+Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Love Is the MessageIntro:Raekwon(Cappadonna)
+Remind me Tuesday I gotta go handle my business
+Know what I'm saying?
+Straight up
+(Love is love)
+Yo, don't play with them shits up in here
+Them shits is dangerous
+
+Verse 1: Raekwon
+Hey yo
+Hey yo
+Hits Sally
+Timbaland grand finale
+Damn imagine bringing back Alam skin bally's
+Glass of this
+Leather dick down status
+That's crabbage
+Can't see the real so you average
+Drip cammo
+Who carry Van Damme ammo
+Nike Airs Uptown put the Benz van yo
+Chilling with niggas who real
+Who respect real
+Big us get your wig touched crib rushed
+Record and command
+Slam jams for my mans
+Puff trees
+Tuck these rugers in your lands
+Cemented
+Bent out of shape mend it
+Represent Spin been through it god
+Hold the Mac splendid
+Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti
+Rob me God'll act ungodly
+What never been done before
+It's real son you gum it out
+Run it in the gun store
+Verse 2: Cappadonna
+Everyday all day
+Fat like Bob Rockaway
+Dipped in the latest spot me right away
+Wu Tang executive new Donna Jay
+Darts in your area that's how I play
+Nobody else shouldn't really have a say
+When it come down to this Shaolin, USA
+Represent fully give me your air space
+Razor Sharp label keep coming out the face
+Make room as I step up to the plate
+RZA create sounds of earthquakes
+Make no mistake kid y'all just faking
+Cross-over cats that love to eat bacon
+WTC rush like Regan
+Crush your little song while you on your knees begging
+
+Interlude: Raekwon
+Who? That nigga right there?
+Son he trust me watch this shit right here
+
+Hook x2: Raekwon
+We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out
+Throw the heat out
+Ready to stop all beef out
+Play me
+Maybe you will catch more gravy kid
+We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
+Verse 3: Raekwon
+Dripped out dip promoter
+Dead arm that nigga trying to get up over
+Thinking he clever but he rolled up
+Fronting on the God yo
+Acting like that cheese ain't right
+Aight that night dunn rolled on the mic
+Jumping out the Lex door suede Lugz on
+Looking like he worth ten thousand on the arms
+Cuban connect I had it smashed
+This is Godville kid we real
+Staring at his steel dunn ask
+Jewels that he rocking
+Bone bracelet
+Had laced kid screaming on his neck lex rocking
+Nigga had a fat lab
+Hundred bag
+Tools you had
+Ohh little wifey had it all with a fat ass
+What you wanna eat boo?
+The rents due
+Niggas wanna get you
+You need to put a laser on your shit boo
+Sat there bluffing
+Saying nothing
+Looking at bird pop shit
+Acting like she bugging
+Verse 4: Cappadonna
+18 karat gold and fresh boots
+Me and my team regulate to the roots
+Big pockets
+Blow mics out the sockets
+Condeminium
+Karl Kani denim
+Where the honey's at?
+We be getting up in them
+A whole lot of dollars and real scholars
+The Wu got knowledge
+Represent 5%
+100% pay attention
+To the stretch Lincoln
+Drinking Evian Don-Don
+Stay calm under pressure
+Break the sound barrier
+Big Wu Tang trucks roll in your area
+Wallabees for life
+We too hype
+One ring with the ice
+Don't stress it
+What? Love is the message
+18 points on my brand new record
+Dart clapper
+Ran like a snapper
+Watch out for Cappa
+Make way
+Y'all cats ain't ready for me and the DJ
+
+Interlude with Raekwon talking and Cappadonna shout outs
+
+Hook x2: Raekwon
+We see y'all niggas in the back all treed out
+Throw the heat out
+Ready to stop all beef out
+Play me
+Maybe you will catch more gravy kid
+We ill in the back feeling on your ladies
+
+Outro: Raekwon
+Du-du NUMBER 1
+Dance hall storm
+Yo yo yo yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Stay Shining[Intro: Cappadonna, (Digem Tracks)]
+Yo Digem, (Yo, YO) Yo, Thanks for recording this joint man
+(No problem my dude) Cause no matter what
+We gotta stay shining, Through it all man, My heart is broke
+It been broke for years, But I'm gonna keep on pulling through yo
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Without the suffer and the pain and the hurt and the sorrow
+How will we appreciate tomorrow
+Without the tough times, Heartaches, Bumps and the bruises
+How would we still love the music
+Without the ups and the downs, And the ins and the out yall
+How would we kill all without yall
+Follow your dreams keep glowing, Let the love start flowing
+Keep shining, It's God's perfect timing
+Young ladies in the ghetto keep climbing
+Young brothers in the hood stay grinding
+Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying, Why these Devils keep lying
+Why these Devils keep lying, Why these Devils keep lying
+Why these Devils keep lying, Wipe my eyes cause I'm crying
+Keep shining
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I got a cross on my back, And my hands is pierced
+I'm down with a hard team and my mans is fierce
+Got a cable with a crown, Lord prepare my table
+In the presence of the enemy, I never pretend to be
+More then I am, I'm the truth in the way
+I keep throwing love at you, Til my hairs is grey
+Allah holds me, Brought me up out of affliction
+Keep me safe from the heartache and crazy addiction
+From the streets where the shorties be killing each other
+Yo they wild like savages, Don't respect they Mother
+They be selling crack for babies and cheating each other
+Dumb, Deaf, And blind ass thugs, They still my brother
+Wake up little homie get your mind out the gutter
+What you know about grinding for that bread and butter
+You's a stupid motherfucker, You don't know what it is
+Now you think you thugged out cause you shooting at kids
+Got them cracks in your ass like your ready to bid
+Yo you living in them streets cause you can't get a crib
+Let that teach your ass a lesson and shape you up
+Before them Po-Po come around here and scrape you up
+I think that crack gone kill yall before that dust
+I came to shed a little light but your mind is stuck
+All you talk about now is your nine and truck
+Little homie, Keep shining
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Digem Tracks, (Cappadonna)]
+Hey little homie, Little momma
+No matter what you do,You be yourself
+(And keep shining) Digem Track Productions
+Cappadonna, Peace to the Middle East
+We out yallEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Got to Find a Way[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Knowledge is the knoalition, also too respect
+Knowledge is the foundation of all things in existence
+Such as the sun is the foundation of the solar system
+And the Asiatic black man is the foundation of his family
+
+[Hook 3X: Cappadonna]
+It's nice to be important but it's even more important to be nice
+"Got to find a way" -] some kids
+
+[Cappadonna]
+That's my word, check one, check two
+
+Donna makes one sacrifice, what?
+Started to change when the days got strange
+No more hand-to-hand, strictly campaigns
+It's all economics, hard times and trick-knowledgy
+Champagne, caviar, psychology
+Practice to be me, strivin for equality
+Buildin, I believe the children like Whitney and Walt Disney
+
+"Got to find a way" -] some kids
+
+Uh, uh, it's like that y'all and you don't quit
+Shit that make you fall in love with it
+Chorus 2X
+
+[Cappadonna]
+In the Days of Our Lives we could all feel the pain
+When all of this children trapped in the game
+Playin hookie from school, just ain't the same
+When the guns get bigger, I worry 'bout the kids
+The knucklehead ones with the elevator, bid
+Trapped in America, it's hard to escape
+The Projects, life is like the Planet of the Apes
+When all of these kids be buggin wild off the tapes
+It's your mindstate shorty, tellin you to be late
+Do your homework kid, keep your mind out the dirt
+You're only eighteen and you don't know who you hurt
+I love you like a little brother, here's a razor
+Carry that wise son, treasure what I gave ya
+
+Chorus 2X
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Long time no so, long time suffer
+As the days get tougher, rougher on Don
+I wanted help but first let me help myself
+Have a care of my family, black libarian lady
+Run right beside me, no public assistance
+Long distance, I touch man, woman and child
+Diet and stretch, architect with the finesse
+Chain heat, brain stained with the horror
+I'm a father of two, Wu Killa Bee lethal
+I worked hard for mine, intwined up inside
+Energy junkie, fertilize this twice, enough spice
+I teach Lo, say no to drugs, say yes to more money
+I'm a Transformer when your days get sunny
+I'm your number one performer, pray for the all time great
+Take a toast if you love Ghost, I'll be there
+Beware, take caution, often I've seen these streets are gettin mean
+Less rest, put the whole world to a test
+Try to survive, archive five, strangle with lies
+Last days of the hive, it's the Second Coming
+I'm a secretary of Wu, official article post up
+More dictionaries, read heavy notes, both coasts come together
+Never be blind, protect all of mankind
+Chorus 4X
+
+"Got to find a way" -] some kids (to fade)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Criminal Mind[Killah Priest]
+I fought off dragons with large wings, boxed dragons
+Dressed as a gladiator, inside God's ring
+The hearts of kings were eaten by the beast
+Their flesh hung from their teeth, my right arm under his feet
+My left arm pulls the gun, from out of the sheet
+Blasted his stomach, body tumbled all over the streets
+I heard trumpets, God hand brought me to my feet
+My G., we resting five devils over the five boroughs
+Broke the walls, into the tri-boroughs
+Going through the ocean floors, going through the walls
+Going through the malls, we just brawl and brawl and brawl and brawl
+He went for my Adam's apple, blood splashing all over the tabernacle
+Pull out swords, I got saws, he grabbed his gun, then I grabbed gats too
+Start clapping, he collapsed and look what the mack do
+
+[KMC]
+We tough in the physical, tough in the spiritual
+Watch it boy, you get dropped for the ritual
+I pray to lord, to bless my soul
+You come too close, our thoughts is cold
+We're rough with the AK, so if you not
+Make way, some of these get murdered
+We rough with the fo-fo, so what we argue for?
+Bust mine, somebody get murdered
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, it's New York in effect, it's time to get ill
+Survival of the fittest, this is shit is for real
+I've been sleeping all day, now I'm finally woke
+And I selling no crack, and I slinging no dope
+I'm a frontline nigga, stuck in the grind
+Yo before I couldn't see, 'cause I used to be blind
+Now I'mma smoke weed nigga, rock my shine
+Lick a shot for The Punisher, and pop my nine
+A'udhu Billahi Min ash-Shaitan ir-Rajeem
+Allahu Akbar, caught Don Alon's fiend
+Jails can't hold me, it's no cure for this
+I smacked ya'll devils, outta my myst
+Take the gun from ya hostler, grab your stick
+I got a hatred for evil, son, times is hard
+Can't destroy my heritage, we the armor of God
+Lightning bolts hit your face, break your facade
+Prophets and war mongers, leave you scarred
+The hell fire gon' come, the fucking Goon Squad
+
+[Scratch Samples]
+"Lit rings"...
+"Bangin' in yo hood"
+"See, this the pusha"
+"Goon's Squad visual, this that..
+"Fire, fire.."
+"It's defenitaly still"
+[Rush]
+Yo, my full time criminal mind, in overtime mode
+Cold blooded, you get your face piece flooded
+No ifs, ands, buts about it, who bout it bout it?
+My body banger stay crowded, like rush hour
+Turn a sweet thing sour, I pack a monster
+Send shots for ya roster, who wanna trot?
+Every man wanna go to heaven, but scared to die
+Revenge I cried, try'nna take the crown from my
+Head piece, Selassie 'dad, rest in peace
+Who want peace? Change ya culture to kosher
+Fucking with me, will have me on the wanted poster
+Dead or alive, only the illest survive
+Killa Haile, ride by the law of the land
+Man to man, hold a steel, hand in hand
+You over the hill, still too, old to spill
+I roll for real, black down, dressed to kill
+Until hell freezes, you better beef with Jesus
+Like pussy teasers, I get you soakinng wet
+Nigga fronted on my style, and I broke his neck
+Run the respect, like I'm standing here with a tech
+What you expect? Me must stand, the next man
+The best man will die with his dick in his handEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pistachio[Cappadonna]
+I was born on a sunny day, Birds chirping
+The doctors putting they work in
+I arrived during hard times most certain
+Grateful never hateful, I don't have to debate with you
+I brought this to get you back in the groove
+This one is for the Arabics and the Jews
+Listen to my song, Slang Terra-Don
+Show em how to be strong, Never stay in the wrong
+A doctrine to hold your towel tight
+I speak light, Never speak white, I'm from the project
+If you don't live there you don't know what it's like
+Where I come from these streets don't give a fuck about you
+Stay low, Get your own paper, Absorb the elements
+Remain calm and intelligent, Come on God, That shit is irrelevant
+My mind build escalators inside of your head like television
+Hella vision, I could feed you with the street shit
+Our niggas get hit with the heat quick, The beef is thick
+He got hit with the police sticks, Reach for the splif
+Before he went down he peeped on his kicks
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna, (Lounge Lo), {Mega Don}, "King Just"]
+We write lyrics (that the streets like)
+{We don't come with that bullshit}
+"Cause yall niggas thinking it's right."
+[Lounge Lo]
+Life's a struggle, To me it's like ohh God
+And I'm tryna live in a place we know it's so hard
+I reminisce on birthdays and old cars
+And tell Momma I love her whenever I go far
+I set my kids like, Daddy be back soon
+And if it go well then the stacks'll be back soon
+Spread love to fam cause your friends won't do it
+Gotta go, Stay on your roll, Go out and pursue it
+You damn right I wanna see Alvin do it
+And sugar-booger-daddy watching you so you better get to it
+And realize what we're living for, And the stakes is high
+Your young, But we all need cake to get by
+So listen up to what your Momma say, But make your own facts
+Go and tell your brothers Daddy did a song with Uncle Cap
+Rocky and Kim, Lama I love yall
+And nothing till the day I die is ever above yall
+
+[Mega Don]
+I done got money with some of the richest niggas
+But the feds turn killas into bitch ass niggas
+You know, Sit up on the stand, Star witness niggas
+Run off at the lips, Sam the Bull ass niggas
+It was all good just a week my niggas
+I remember the days we clapped heat my niggas
+And to think, I even took a bid for niggas
+Loaded forty Glock, Half a brick for niggas
+First time felon for the clique for niggas
+And this the thanks I get, Bullshit my niggas
+I did it all, I would've even died for niggas
+It hurts my heart, Sometimes I wanna cry my niggas
+With these words, We might even spread apart
+But this dart, I'm pouring out my motherfucking heart
+At the end of the day, I truly love you my nigga
+But today, Mega Don, I'm no longer a nigga
+[King Just]
+Leave me alone, Yall niggas don't know me
+I'ma kill yall niggas, I do my dirt upon my lonely
+Slim, Skinny, And boney, One with the Stonies
+Paid my dues so yall niggas own me
+School kicked out for pissing in the staircase
+School of hard knocks got caught for selling hard base
+Who you think helped them wash their money
+They left their man behind enemy lines, All hungry
+The winter war was for sure, I live next door
+Bullets spit, Hit the bricks, Ricocheted, We laid on the floor
+I could've sworn my deal was gonna feed the hood
+And me and my baby Mommas was gone be good
+Antwon my baby boby, Ason my pride and joy
+Coshy Moshy you my Heavens to Merca Troy
+Don Kinish, Mr. Brick, I will murk your boy
+Cause these starving artists the hardest, I stay unemployed
+
+[Chorus 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down[Cappadonna]
+Yo, You can't keep a good man down
+I been through it all, I step on the ground
+Even my best friend turned they back
+And my label mate brothers wasn't cutting me no slack
+Nobody gave a shit they wasn't even checking for Cap
+Taking my kindness for weakness, Peep this the weak shit
+Stealing my songs putting em out on the sneak tip
+Label could never hold me, The Devil can't slave me
+I'm thankful for everything that God gave me
+I never really want shit but I'm happy I done shit
+I hope to keep my life free from the guns and clips
+Plus I'm still tryna get Momma out of the bricks
+Come on now, Tell me that you praying for me
+You should of known, That Christ was staying with me
+Win or lose, Adding on to life be the life I choose
+I use to sell crack, Now I'm just dropping the jewels
+Why is life gotta be so hard, Why the street try to leave me scarred
+Why is everybody looking for God
+I had to leave Park Hill, I'm a traveling man
+I don't stay in one spot that's why I travel the land
+Whether I get a deal or not, I'ma still deal with the block
+Yall biters try to steal my spot, Duplicate my music
+Take my slang, Take cheap shots at me while I'm doing my thang
+I'm more close with my seeds, A little older now, I learned to forgive
+While yall kicking dirt on Don I'm building a bridge
+Treading through the waters, Yall thought I would drown
+But you can't keep a good man downEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Coast to Coast[Chorus: female singer]
+Welcome to the West Coast
+Where we ball, ride on fags
+Sittin' back, cuz been working right
+(Now let me you bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce
+(Bounce) bounce (bounce) bounce, bounce, bounce
+We've been working right (Calico stand up)
+
+[2Pac]
+Now ever since a nigga was a seed
+Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin'
+Ridin on these niggas cause they lame
+In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
+Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
+Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
+Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
+Bust on these bitch-made niggas hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
+Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
+Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
+I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
+I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right?
+Passed by while these niggas wonder by
+I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
+Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed
+For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead, niggas still ballin
+[Chorus]
+
+[Rush]
+Ok, cash C-note, blasting me through your door
+Flew from the old, cross seas for the blow
+Weed's federal, better roll in the tape
+Your armored truck stuck, cuz I'm taking the bass
+But to be quite frank, taking over this world
+I want best of both shines like diamonds and pearls
+Never gave a fuck though, and paybacks a bitch
+If I see my luck sold, then I'mma bag some kids
+You know how it bad it is, half a g, an old scheme
+Squeeze, play to rehab, cuz it's part of they plea
+Surf the world to find material, harder than me
+But I'm bigger than life, son, so what's what's larger than me?
+Flaudelently, haters be claiming they guns hit
+Knowing they ain't done shit, except go when the gun spit
+Now who, retaliates, with the strip for the streets
+I got peeps that conviscate with the strength of the heat, holla
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, I came in the game, like a thief in the night
+And ya'll sucka MC's, ya'll be try'nna be bite
+My whole style and my format, niggas should fall back
+When I attack the mack, stay live and direct, I wreck
+Set, keeping ya bitch wet, it's no sweat
+Whenever I'm around you, your mind is weak
+I speak the truth when I spit, ain't coming to talk shit
+Yo, I'm live and direct, coming to stalk shit
+What, come on, bitch, yeah, enter my zone
+You can't imagine how my four-speed's ever so deadly
+I swing swords, I hit you in your fucking head piece
+Cuz you fronted on Don, and now you dying in hell
+Spit my name, can't beat my tell, nigga, what's felt?
+To the lost generation of rap, my niggas locked down
+Whoever feel trapped, grab ya gat, quick, shoot ya where I plotted the bitch
+Never let 'em hold you back, this is strictly the Don
+If you ever front on me, nigga, I'm breaking your arm
+Bees in the winter, enemies better be gone
+Fuck all of the fly shit, ya'll Hollywood...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Kind of Bitch[Intro : Cappadonna]
+That's my kind of bitch!
+That's my kind of bitch!
+That's my kind of bitch!
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo
+I love a chick that's ghetto and pop guns for niggas
+Suck dick and plus buy nigga kicks
+Now, that's my kind of bitch!
+She fuck real good and she know how to kiss
+She live a double life
+She call police on me if she get strife
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit'
+She like Timberlands and Nike
+Tatt's on the back
+Hustle and sold crack
+How you like that now?
+That's my kind of bitch
+When I was a broke nigga
+She was tryin' to get rich
+She be hatin' other niggas
+But eat pussy real-quick
+And still never treat me like a trick
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit
+Now...
+That's my kind of bitch!
+[Hook : Cappadonna]
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Hold it down
+For the Don' when she flex my whip
+Even though she on the strip
+I ain't gonna flip
+I put hickeys on her neck
+Hickies on her clitoris on some real nigga shit
+Got the cure for your bitterness
+Hit you with the biggest dick now
+That's my kind of bitch
+She cheated on her man and she called it quits
+Made me eggs in the morning and she made me quit
+
+[Hook : Cappadonna]
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+[Cappadonna]
+She hold my cock when I piss
+My mic when I spit
+My hand when I trip
+My pussy when I skip
+Now...
+
+[Hook : Cappadonna]
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, now
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huh
+That's my kind of bitch!
+Keep her hair lookin' nice and her ass legit, huhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+The GritsIntro: Cappadonna
+This album right here
+This is the Yin and the Yang
+So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
+You gonna hear a lot of profanity
+You might hear a lot of um...
+A lot of love
+A lot of hate
+You know what I'm saying?
+Cus it's like come on I got enemies
+I got frienemies
+And those that pretend to be's
+
+HOMOCIDE HILLS!
+That's the grits
+THE GRITS!
+The barracks baby word up
+Verrazano bridge
+Yo yo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I give a speech like Martin Luther King
+Let freedom ring
+Forget a bow ring
+It's a black thing
+Holding me locked up
+With brothers be getting oxed up
+Taking life for granted
+Most of us abandon
+How I know you not a cruel
+Beef in the home
+Africans
+With jet black Americans
+Dominicans war with the Puerto Ricans
+Deep in the street
+Thugs carrying heat
+The rest of the projects surrounded with gates
+Middle class families are moving upstate
+While the younger generation selling cake
+Trying to immitate mixtapes
+It's all final
+Big locks on the Verrazano
+Get fined BB conduct
+On some King Tut
+Poverty struck
+I seen the right to enter Uhaah took
+My cup runneth over
+Stressed out whenever I'm sober
+This cold world got my girl scan
+Fight on the sand
+I'm allergic to ham
+Weak minds all aboard
+I see devils in the eyes of camcord'
+And my reward is to let y'all know
+I'm going out like PLO
+Whenever I go uhh
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+
+[Verse 2: 8-Off]
+I start the slaughtering
+Make all eyes start watering
+I know an 800 number you can get your coffin
+Start ordering
+The metamorphosis of my skill is sure to bring overcome any king
+Faking ain't counterfeit
+Money in the bing
+I do a sting with two 9's under my sling
+Anybody you bring
+Still won't do a god damn thing
+You nothing but a...
+Onion in the rain
+I floss rhymes
+I loss rhymes
+I got it like that
+Y'all bitch niggas I toss times
+I got rhymes that'll still rock you
+Cats that'll spot you
+Told you I chill
+Lay off a shit
+I still shot you
+The only thing I'm unable to do
+Is do what I got to
+Look in hospital
+Brooklyn apostle
+Lyrical gospel
+Still fortunate to scorch your shit
+Paying for the cost of it
+Your whole style remains wack
+I know It's awful kid
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I play the back like back in the days
+Give thanks and praise
+Watch the frisk raise
+Reunite
+Take birth trees to upright
+I forget a fake MC's
+My songs the Bible
+Survival in the man
+The lost lands
+No radio play
+The Pillage is banned
+Like a foreigner don't understand
+Y'all some flan cats eat pig
+Reneg real shit from digs
+Hit you off with the packages
+And facts on tracks
+Y'all talk but that's put that back
+We dealing in the orphanage
+Way surpass your image
+I'm a chemist
+A dual dentist
+Treat my heritage like friendship
+I be exit
+I rock a gold necklace
+And restless
+It's always hectic
+Staten Island shit
+Bad habit shit
+Made me twist it
+One twenty disctrict shit
+Pillage be the senate
+Throw darts like Masons
+Garment Rennaissance
+Patrionts
+Hold the blood like tampons
+Baby conduct
+Put your fist up
+No more struggles
+100 dollars for the hen' dog
+200 for the bubbles
+Less troubles
+Pill-Age
+Plus some can turn rappers of off the stage
+This beef will never we engage
+Buck buck buck buck buck
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+THE GRITS!
+
+[Outro/Intro to 'Super Model': Cappadonna]
+If you fucked my little ho
+Yo, let me know that then(Exactly)
+Let me know cus I definately let niggas know
+When I was banging they ho up
+I was like yeah yeah
+You thought she was in love with you and I tried to tell you that
+She wasn't in love with you and I blazed her
+Then I called you
+The next day and let you know
+And you gonna be like
+'Yo, let me get my bracelet back'EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Slang Editorial (remix)Thats how I be likin my mic
+You gotta know how to adjust that shit
+
+I came to the fork in the road and went straight
+Right out the crack vile to the Golden Gate
+See the silver spoon in my mouth it had cake
+My rap birth date debut song was ice bait
+Readit like a novel, Donna Cappa gone
+Strivin my duns be dollars and coins
+Whether in New York or Compton Californs
+I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check
+One derby, Cappachino the great
+Sittin at the table where the gambinos ate
+Buildin
+Wu-Tang Clan concentrate
+Bounce on the track Donna crack it like a safe
+
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Killer bees got the best stee
+
+I drip through the faucet
+I never lost it
+Where the party at
+Give me the mic and I'ma toss it
+Head crack talk back, verbal attack
+Side track you get japped with my lyric impact
+Snap outta that, Cappadonna seven sauna
+Thirty three pirranha, chaos like iguana
+Projects is rated x I flex and terminate
+Sex MC's is wet so I'm the right source to vex
+Endo mic buff, Willie on the mic
+When both hands are cuffed
+Whoever tried to make you fall off
+Call your dogs off
+Peace to everyday mutts livin with rut
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Breifcase yo
+Live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Killer bees got the best stee
+Killer bees got it lock D, got it lock D
+
+Dart specialist, new Cappadonna get treacherous
+I rock track like a neckalace
+Poppy wardrobe, singin like you never expected
+I'm on a mission, flippin
+What Wu-Tang Clan is the sword new addition
+Seek a recipe antidote poke G, ebony
+Sunz of Man and killer bee can't fold under pressure
+Respect The Abbott, Wu Orchestra, what
+Fancy talk magic, wise up
+Fly girls keep ya eyes up
+Track terrorist kiss
+Deep in the hill Jack battle with Jill
+Talk boss, featurin words that kill
+
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Work hard WTZ
+Donna journalistic
+Writin wizard(wizid)
+Protect my soul when the devil tried to get it
+Seen my goal and stuck with it
+Ever since a kid, early in a bid
+Doin things you never did
+All up in a staircase a scareface was lookin
+Wallet got tooken
+Free from the work release Donna kept bookin
+Brooklyn bound, with the sound
+Hop the turnstiles
+Fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked
+Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid
+Tabernackles catch fire within the apple
+Tabernackles catch fire within the apple
+
+My slang is editorial explicit material
+Breifcase yo, live in stereo flow
+Feel me, Donna realty
+Set the black people free
+Set the black people freeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Savage Life[Sample]
+Niggas are lovers, Are lovers, Are lovers
+Niggas loved to hear Malcolm X
+But they didn't love Malcolm
+Niggas love everything but themselves
+But I'm a lover too, Yep, I'm a lover too
+I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas
+Because niggas are me, And I should only love that which is me
+I love to see niggas go through changes
+Love to see niggas act
+Love to see niggas make them plays and shoot the shit
+But there is one thing about niggas I do not love
+Niggas are scared of loving themselves
+
+[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Let's go, Yeah, That's what I'm talking about
+Everybody put your blunt in the air like this
+Yeah, Uhh huh, Uhh huh, Yeah New York in the building
+Throw it up for all my dogs in there
+Murderland in the building, Let's go, Come on
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I emerge from the womb then I snatch the globe
+Throw darts for a living, Never sold my soul
+These rhymes that I'm making is the top of the line
+I seek knowledge, Study the ways of mankind
+I scope clubs out see what a savage's like
+Then I come back, I'm living in a savage life
+To animals my words be the words of Christ
+The unordinary life, Sensational with it
+In the hood with yall for real you know how I did it
+Drop bread on your bird head, Illegal wips
+Eat four legged beast, Take illegal trips
+And I can't quit now son you must be silly
+I ain't stunt'n on hoes but they wet my willy
+Yeah, Creep with me my nigga
+Tie your joint on, For real conceal your face an all that
+[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna]
+You wanna see what a savage like
+But we're living in a savage life
+They just wanna stomp your life
+Niggas wanna stomp your eyes
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, I live a life on the street like stray dogs and mutts
+Nigga's face filled up with stitches and cuts
+But I love my hood though even the crack head's fiend
+We doing a bid here, My projects is mean
+Black Buddha shop or a big fat Doreen
+Twenty-six mob'n, Black fist tossing the green
+Heard my nigga L came deep in the feds
+Keep the Mazda tight, Hold your heads
+Solomon Childs my dun-breed, Love spread through my hood-ohh
+Twelve for the pound kid, Three for the id-ohl
+Pop the trunk of the Pinto, He been slow
+Came back with the hid-i-dro
+Snatch pocket books, Hustle for dough
+Big Don from Dirty Island
+Scrape you off the ground something violent
+Don't even dream of Don being in the mainstream
+Go savage in the hood for CREAM
+
+[Chorus]
+[Cappadonna]
+We got the hustle game on lock, Let's go get dough
+In the ghetto it's mad blow and crime going on
+We don't mow lawns, Might take it nice
+Where I come from be the slums of Shaolin
+Mothers are crying, Young brothers dying
+Some of yall people relying on religion
+I'm in the hood like a pigeon, Christ has risen
+I sold drugs for a living, I was locked down for Thanksgiving
+Times are still hard, Dogs in the junkyard
+Alcoholics, Butchers, Crack heads, Fuck TNT, Fuck the feds
+I'd rather die with my gat, Fucking a bitch and getting high
+Far all the times that I couldn't cry
+All I wanted was a picture of me lounging in the Vibe
+Two cribs, Two chicks, Big brick on my side
+A nigga get savage when he gotta survive
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life of a Lesbo[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Uh-huh, yeah bitch!
+Same struggles, uh, everyday
+Hold this, come here girl
+Hmm... give me a kiss, muaww! Heh..
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I know these two fly chicks, that used to be legit
+They said they don't like niggas no more, and plus they hate dick
+With all due respect they wanna love and trick
+And I don't know if it's a good thing, or maybe they sick
+And I just can't understand, whatever happened to the plan
+You used to walk like a woman and dress to the T
+Now you try'nna be the man that your father used to be
+Actin' like you got a cock and you love pussy
+You and my baby mother did it, go 'head push me
+And believe me, it's true, I know your whole style boo
+You eat rats, bitch, you got worms deep inside you..
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh)
+Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that)
+Life of a lesbo
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Even though you independant, and you makin' the big dough
+Hate your own father and you used to be ho
+Bitch, it's alright to cry, chick, here have a shoulder
+'Member you was 13? Now you much older
+Used to be a hot chick, now you much colder
+You love other bitches, girl, you don't want a soldier
+To all the fly honies that's livin' it well
+Used to be a lesbo, but think you want dick now
+Ya'll best to stop frontin', cuz you really want both
+Me and my ex-wife came down Tiffany throat
+I fucked both of those bitches, then I went broke
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Life of a lesbo (uh, uh, uh)
+Life of a lesbo (come here, I don't know you was like that)
+Life of a lesbo
+
+[Outro (during Chorus): Cappadonna (sample)]
+That's what's up... yeah
+Yo.. you know me, 1, 2, 3 chicks, it don't matter
+I did it all... I love 'em
+Life of a lesbo, let's go
+Uh-huh, this one right here go out to all
+My homegirls up north, Bedford Hills
+Albion, knawhatimsayin? Rosinger, haha, hold ya head up
+That's my word, yeah, this one go out to Candy Apple
+My home girl Sugar Walls, Eye Candy
+Cinnamon, Passion Fruit, Melony, Water Melon
+Yeah, life of a lesbo... uh... uh..
+(We got eyes, but we can't see
+We have ears, but we can't hear
+We've got a tongue, but we can't speak
+We are living men, but we are dead mentally)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Vegan[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Crazy shit
+Riding on the side of my horse
+Desperado style
+[?]more my zigga[?]
+
+[Verse 1:Cappadonna]
+Killers for life, ain't no hope
+Police in the building, yeah we never shook
+Hard genes make a nigga feel like a rugged look
+Acid, E pills, Molly and [?] food
+The young could have taken a little time to give a push
+The homies that's rapping, mine is a weapon
+Get it on the streets, you don't have to be at the sessions
+Pop your wardrobe, came got a crib near the Mexicans
+We’re back in New York, me and Amar be on Lexington
+ID's good if the police try to flex again
+Can’t stop us
+We only in the hood when we pop up
+Chop chop up packages, show'em rough
+[?] he's black down, black truck
+Black niggas, pro-black as the fuck
+Africa shit keep white
+Nobody move,nobody get bust
+Nobody in the building
+And nobody getting shot
+[Verse 2: Turnpike Ike]
+In this shit there has been a slight change of plans
+Cause y'all niggas never really stood a chance
+And this year watch me do'em for the fans
+Do it for the kids I’m like DJ Lance
+Rock, sometimes life is topsy-turvy
+Me, I'm tryna get it early
+As long as fiends snorting [girly?]
+I’mma grab the world in a short curlies
+My M.O. is to get this dope
+So I need blow like the drip of snow
+Okay, I need hoes I can touch they toes
+I’m grilled like Michael Jackson’s first nose
+Yeah, niggas in the hood say I’m on fire
+Nigga I’m in the hood like carbon fiber
+She can be talking the Aston Martin
+I still give her the boot, Doc Martens
+
+[Verse 3: Amar Divine]
+We design, find and restore energy
+We define our time through our melodies
+Nah I ain’t trying to hear the shit these niggas telling me
+Listen to this industry
+Niggas out with this celery. no flavor
+Watch a game like the nosey neighbor watch
+Understand how they do surround sound [?]
+Just to make your things move about like modern kings
+Everybody knows about the sagas that my niggas sing
+See the rapid singing, more than all my jaw
+All my [?] better leave their business card
+You ain't got one man, you ain't about shit
+This is a new day, dawg
+We figured it out New age program
+Money makes no [?]
+No physical effort, work for no man
+See we enterprising nigga, this is just us
+And if you ain't there, well then nigga this is tough luckEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If You Don’t Stop[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Never seen nothing like that...
+She got a body like.... whatever
+Might have to just, try to like slip her my number
+In her pocket, like, bump into her
+Like I'm trying to pick-pocket her
+Diggiler, huh
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Beautiful black woman, red, yellow and white women
+I got the right woman, some niggas fight women
+I build foundations up, and I invite women
+I entice women, I love nice women
+That's gentle and kind, yo, I stimulate her mind
+And she stimulate mine, until she real freaky
+Women that love sex get real sneaky
+She had me crying when she crushed me, I should of known
+When she was with that nigga Jay, and she was fucking with me
+Never sold pussy to me, I was fucking her free
+Taking her garbage out for her, and sucking her feet
+Slobbing her down, hold her by her waistline while I'm crushing her cheeks
+When I'm done, I wipe her down and massage her physique
+My ghetto princess, ain't nothing sweet
+She straight lied in my face, yo, this one is for keeps
+Called police on me, plus she be fucking my peeps
+What kinda nigga want a bitch that cheat?
+[Chorus 2X: Born Divine]
+If you don't stop, with the games you play
+Girl, somebody's going to get played
+And it might be you... and it might be you...
+
+[Born Divine]
+One day, lady love caught me, tried to extort me
+For my heart and every peace of property
+Yeah, she necessary, but secondary to my garden nature
+She keeps her pussy like a soultaker
+Sexy fly black diva, with connect like genova
+Connections, my murial extensions, lights on in the Ac'
+Hoop' dog, not tinted, but I'm all up in it
+Sweating hard like a race for the senate
+She said she love my long verse with the hook in it
+To hit, marvelous, and she got hard when I spit
+Realest shit, not a trick
+Or your, average chick, she on her time
+Nine to five school, slow grind, no money
+And she never mind, she put in work for the kid
+That understand how I live, never sweating for time
+Plus she got her own crib, you little devious thing
+That came from my rib, you even got a man at home
+Laying up, in your bid, paying your bills
+Cuz you all up in this here, like some whisper it's Shaton
+You all up in this here, and I dare you
+To spit and tell the day that I raised the dead
+I bring the truth to life, girl, you like a best friend
+But you somebody wife, we gotta stop
+So this the last time tonight, so meet me at our spot
+So we can get it on, cuz a mountain to mourn
+When I hit to dawn, your boy Born
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+RevengeIf it's possible I'll step in your obstacles
+
+[Hook]
+Oh shit you better watch out for this
+Revenge so sweet that you might wanna flip
+Ride on your enemies, bust they shit
+Throw away the pistols throw away the clips
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Big grits, big ox snatch ice at Woodstock
+Remember those kids that hold cries they runnin fast
+Crack spillin out they sides
+It's the Hill brothers that kill
+And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin but thugs
+Cops circlin, two cuts on shorty mugged
+Streets turn by the flyest of bug
+It's switch the e-shit fucker
+I take rhymes like a piss
+Eat the beats like tuna fish
+Stay focussed, your camp is dead meat and drop worms
+Wu-Tang is up on it too big to back down
+Defeat never heard of I came with the crowd merger
+The super friends seek that revenge
+Bout to fuck out, you kiss girls on the mouth
+Over here all of my niggas is bout bout
+[Hook]
+
+[Timbo King]
+Call me straight up oak y'all niggas just plain panel
+Guns from my Ceridoor ask mic ammo
+Cross fire, bullets racashe horizontal
+Brooklyn bridge pharazano niggas know the motto
+Follow the path, knowledge the craft
+Swallow a whole bottle of math
+Since biology class
+Grand achery, bow and arrow split your grand largely
+Afro in ya heads, robin hoods drop goods in these wild lands
+A desert eagle in a child's hands
+Your style's planned, my styles blend earth, wind, fire, water
+You never know my son might fuck Mariah's daughter
+Ill visions of victory without a battle
+Breathes through tracks like cold winds towards Seattle
+Sound travels through fiber optics under gravel
+Combinating six sixty and they try to handle
+Niggas try to handle
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Freemurder]
+Yo we always had a eight on us
+Cold hands slingin niggas gotta pay on us
+Co-froze our whole shit so you can skate on us
+Niggas don't freeze long, start to rain on us
+I'm the type tah hold the mac with one hand
+Squeez that shit till the gun jam
+Flow sickly rhyme swettin I'm too ill
+Get blown quickly for two mills
+Ice pick ain't too real sing your nice six swing to kill
+Who runnin with the kid that brang me the pill?
+Who runnin with the kid I'm like stainless steel
+Frail nigga on some high and might, break your grill
+Showtime there's a joke time I poll on the box
+Poke lots of little holes in you like four little dots
+Become my doja and baloon swallow them rocks
+Shit out my profit hole by tommorrow you drop
+[Hook]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+There's a place out there where the enemies lurk
+In the woods try to burn down mamma's church
+No love, they came to spread hate
+The angels floried inside the pearl gates
+The world got dark, a earthquake
+Trembled the underneath of the feet of pedestrians
+Rain, drops fire and snowflakes
+Destroy homes that contain the mad evil
+All of God's children ran towards the ???
+For all of those who did wrong to the ???
+Their souls were cast out into the deep
+Bodies of the unholy covered the street
+And all of God's creatures ate them like meat
+Oh father have mercy on the weak
+The ones that can't see and the ones that can't speak
+The ones in the projects smokin that leaf
+Who lived through slavery, families got beat
+Bit by the dogs, shot by the police
+Screaming for justice, screaming for peace
+Brothers behind bars fighting with the beast
+Third world countries plus the Mid East
+We all gon die if the battles don't cease
+[Hook] X4EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Big BusinessFor real, for real...
+Yo, this is based on a true story, from a Man that lost land...
+
+Verse 1: (Cappadonna)
+
+I'm goin' all out, I love trout
+Black is what I be about
+95-south all the way up, I tear mics up
+Peep the conduct, wherever lightning struck
+Tear the jail up, truck with the mind food
+Truck with jewels, forget babylon rules
+I'm crusin' with the angels
+Goin' through Parkhill, let the Gods build and all of that
+Graduation hats, bigger stacks
+Ya'll hardly ever seen besides cream
+I got the vaccine for ya'll uncle Tom rappers
+I told ya'll before to be easy, Devils attackin' is practice
+Provocative songs, yeah It's Donna, don't even panic
+Hold ya'll like the Atlantic
+Pillage at your service
+Clubs start to get nervous
+Loose lips, it's like emptyin' clips
+Packed with the info, join the revolution
+Slang prostitution, even if you boostin'
+Play it like you still chill, homicide hill from the other side
+My Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired
+A Baby that never cried, a family that never died
+I see everything from the outside
+Chorus -
+
+O.T.F. and The Pillage, we all comin' through
+Watch your back nigga, and your girl watch it too
+'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we give this
+Live this, thats how we conduct big business
+O.T.F. and The Pillage, hide your shine nigga
+When we come through, might have to jump on you
+'cause we conduct big business, raw is how we live this
+Give this, thats how we conduct big business
+
+Verse 2: (Shyhiem)
+
+I ride shotgun in Cappa's Black ML Four-Twenty
+Benz Jeep with big boy heat, a Thirty-Thirty
+Shotgun, pull it out and show you what a thug about
+Ya'll niggas is pussy, thats why ya'll get atein' out
+Niggas hate me now 'cause I be so jig my A.K.A. oughta be Shawn Carter
+My heart bigger than my ego, eho
+I put my heart on the line and hit both free throws
+Yeah, build with a parole hole
+Guzzle the old Gold with no bag, on the bliddock
+Holdin' the gliddock, you can't fuck with this shit ock
+Locks it down like JT from the mothafuckin' liddot
+S is for my Sons, H I'm not havin' it 'cause I'm not the one
+A is for the ammo that I keep for my gidd-uns
+B is for the blood, bandanas, and the bidd-uns
+C is for the crips, comrads, and the Kenyon
+We a-alike, b-alike, so we see alike
+I roll with niggas that stay in jail like Iron Mike
+I get hype, and keep it gully, interrupt commercial shit
+Chorus
+
+Verse 3: (Cappadonna)
+
+God, keep shinin' your light, I got a calling
+Felt like the Angels were fallin'
+But with this God given mic I restored the faith
+My love for the prophets keeps me safe
+See, I don't have to worry 'cause I know God is great
+If it wasn't for the Father it wouldn't be a Bill Gates
+No Bill Clinton, no United States
+Peep it, explore my mind like a secret
+If the music ain't good, ya'll won't leak it
+So I give thanks and praise to the almighty
+The spirit in the music hit ya'll lightly
+Motown Hip-Hop, don't try to fight me
+I call on the arch angel, cast out the hate
+All-time Cappacino the great
+A role model like Treach and Pepa
+Double L, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett
+The way I think it, my songs speak to you
+You better stay focused and the beast won't eat you
+
+ChorusEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tell the Truth[Chorus: Jay Rush]
+I swear to tell the truth
+I swear to never lie
+I swore to keep it hood until the day I die
+The praying that I fail
+The praying that I fall
+But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll
+
+[Verse 1. Lazy Bone]
+I'm praying on my mamma, on my grandma Imma live more
+I swear to keep it real -?????????????
+(until I'm dead and gone)
+Imma represent the struggle
+And Imma stay humble so until everybody rumble
+But you gotta hustle
+Imma keep it hood 'til the day I die
+An I'll make sure it's understood that I never lie
+I never make a deal with the devil and exchange for my soul
+The vanity, the sanity for fang that I know
+They get blind by the bright light, sold by the fast cars
+Lost in the night life, burned by the bad girl
+(Ain't this material world, such an infurious world?)
+But everybody wanna live it
+And they don't really care what they got to give up to get it
+The industry's infested with this evil with this spirit
+That's why this song on radio you'll probably never hear it
+But I still spit the real
+[Chorus: Jay Rush]
+I swear to tell the truth
+I swear to never lie
+I swore to keep it hood until the day I die
+The praying that I fail
+The praying that I fall
+But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll
+I hope I hope I hope I hope
+I pray I pray I pray I pray
+That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me
+I hope I hope I hope I hope
+I pray I pray I pray I pray
+That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, Imma keep it real with you
+You ain't building with me then I can't chill with you
+My mind is on getting that family right
+The industry don't care about your family life
+I pray to God that we always keep the family tight
+Tell the truth never sellin' out for the loop
+Never lie but I still wanna get high
+So hooded with it that's how we getting' by
+Yea, and this deceptional world I'm an exceptional pearl
+I'm always gonna be street, I always live what I speak
+And I ain't sayin' that I'm perfect
+But wickedness can't defeat my spiritual purpose
+I'm in a God, yo my soul ain't for purchase
+Hoping that I pray that everything was worth it
+[Chorus: Jay Rush]
+I swear to tell the truth
+I swear to never lie
+I swore to keep it hood until the day I die
+The praying that I fail
+The praying that I fall
+But you can pray all you want it ain't no help for ya'll
+I hope I hope I hope I hope
+I pray I pray I pray I pray
+That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for me
+I hope I hope I hope I hope
+I pray I pray I pray I pray
+That heaven's got a ghetto and waiting for meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spit That G[Cappadonna]
+Uh-huh, ye-yeah, it's like this
+If you got big dollars, Spit That G
+KnowwhatImean? If you got mad honies, Spit That G
+If you gettin dough or whatever
+Whips, phats cars, new kicks, Spit That G
+This is how we do it
+Word up, it's like this, check it out
+Check it out, yo
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna (all)]
+If you got ladies (Spit That G)
+If you got endo (Spit That G)
+If you got currency (Spit That G)
+W.T.C. (Spit That G)
+Say Spit That G (Spit That G)
+Say Spit That G (Spit That G)
+More sex and money make the world go round
+Dumb Diddy snatch ya chick up, hit the floor now
+
+[Solomon Childs]
+Want money? I need bodyguards, as big as stiff worker, R.C
+Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
+Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
+My voice box run through tracks like wild cheetahs
+Champagne and catfish at the club, Geda's
+Janet Jackson figures, I'm on now
+Gucci sweaters for all of my niggas
+Calm braided, chrome rims
+Ghetto birds with pink Timb's
+A box of shells for the Cola for Kim's
+Sponsored by the Clan, see
+Pop more vanilla cherry than Luke Perry
+Now tell me this ain't the thug life
+[Hook 2X: Suga Bang Bang]
+Talkin bout the good life
+Livin in da ghetto, wild
+
+[12 O'Clock]
+What happened to the fist fights, the MC battles, nigga?
+Slingin newspapers on the Verrazano Narrow
+Gettin off the fifth train on Carol to get wet
+Summertime sweat got me rockin short sets
+From the loaf tops, no socks, Hawaiian suits
+Tied nicely with the wooden spoon for the scoop
+Young girls playin double Dutch and hoola-hoops
+Cap'n Crunch and Fruit Loops, camels and goose boots
+It was the FUBU, the stripped Lee's, the Hoopty's
+Five dollar bag of weed's a real bag of weed
+A ki was at twenty g's, hurled one at dope fiends
+O.D., niggas throwin bricks at my click
+Now Giulianni got the state N.Y. locked like cuff
+Black Bad Boys gettin rich like Puff
+The Excursion truck need two spots on the parkin lot
+A stash box for the top, the lock
+
+[Prodical]
+Brook-nam, grace and charm, remain calm with chron's of Lebanon
+Black man author, green Leprechaun from Lexington
+P. Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun
+Smack the taste outta ya dunn, ya fam's on the run
+Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction
+Hype discretion with the right connection, recitin lessons
+But my wea-pon reign automatic projection
+Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection
+Old gold complexion, Sunn I'll swoll to perfection
+Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends
+Twenty-one-two, I get that money with the Wu
+Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew
+[Hook 4X]
+
+[Interlude: Prodical (Timbo King)]
+Eh-yo, let's talk about it (Let's talk about it)
+Eh-yo, we be about it, be about it
+Yo, we be about it (Killa Beez)
+We all about it, yo we all about it
+We all about it, we be about it
+Killa Beez, yo we all about it
+
+[Timbo King]
+Yo I slap money for the love of rap money
+Rock gully, high cop that bag of bomb
+This grown man talk, I could bag ya mom
+Watch and learn, block got lots of germ
+Straight like that, bake cake, ate like that
+Love to kill, I just hate like that
+Yo these guns yap bodies on it, ain't nobody want it
+Wide body six-hundred, brand new papers on it
+Front roast up, corner thugs roast up
+Mix the black with green, watch me mack the scene
+As a matter of fact, them caps gon' bang
+Brook-lawn pack those things, crack/cocaine
+
+[Chorus]
+[Hook 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Eye for an Eye[Intro: Money Grip]
+Uh... the pressure...
+Uh, this means war, yo...
+
+[Money Grip]
+I wear a size nine in my dress shoe
+Coincidently a nine's in my vest too, come and test two
+Big guns, hammer cock, go
+Mustang, yellow is banana top fold
+Cristine pics, six mean whips
+Three chicks, mother knowing, six mean tips
+Rock a nigga crew, silly, boom bye bye
+Black suits filling up the room, guy die
+Blunt and dry tied, getting sky high
+Lakers set a black code, doom side five
+Blacks back 'em up, like a stocked up single
+Cops packed 'em up, in his pocked up mingle
+Old school, new school, need to feel though
+Show, how I throw tool, niggas peel though
+Aim to cook a nine up, and get an eight spazzled
+Lame niggas sign up, and get your safe crashed though
+Who is that man, Mr. Gat Man
+Heat holding, do a nigga through his cat scan
+
+[Real Life]
+Flame thrower, who to blame, and your name don't show up
+Throw up, I'm blowing the dutch, my guns bust
+And you fucking with the wrong nigga, I blow a nigga
+Strong arm nigga, Vietnam nigga for sure
+Ain't no chore for the thing that I got, twin Glocks
+Forty five calo' slugs in hot rocks
+Fuck the cops, and anybody try'nna stop my team
+I rhyme hard for the love of the cream
+My sixteens, ain't nothing to doubt, gun butt, up in your mouth
+Real Life, up in your house
+Fuck an ounce, I need ten bricks, alotta chips
+Niggas think that they can pull my suits and do the steeze
+You'se a bitch, son, I'm try'nna get rich, now break your self
+Before I take ya health, it's gonna take a lot shoves to stop me
+And I ain't rocking or dealing with none of ya'll
+So respect these bars, or I'mma catch you at the park
+[Chorus 2X: King Just]
+We gon' live, die, get by, high
+Before I take this in, I'd rather a chair and fry
+Why, M.C.'s, always wanna try
+Homicide Hill, nigga, eye for an eye
+
+[King Just]
+Aiyo, I touch down, clutch crown, I brought back the New sound
+I see the circuses in town, you clowns
+Automatic live rounds, spit for my crown
+Living adverbs and nouns, my metaphors astound
+Leap over crowds, with one single bound
+If you need more, this the record store where it's found
+Yo, the low light, lounge, nigga, ask around
+Used to talk about me, now you wanna give my ass a pound
+Who select you clown, let loose the hound
+Fourth down to go, hit the hole for the touchdown
+Shake down to slow down, your projects to a ghost town
+Three mics, three strikes, new pitcher on the mound
+Rumble every round, still get beat down
+Your face lift is now pararrel to the ground
+Catch me on the rebound, if you can
+Mr. J-U-S, fucking your girl on candid cam'
+
+[Rush]
+Yo, I blow styles like Nikki Bonds blowing trial
+Guilty of a filthy freestyle and foul language
+Perfect strangers, mark this rap scene stainless
+Without a blemish, spend this from start to finish
+The mad chemist, create a rhyme like Frankenstein
+Then energy ever line without the lying
+We fertilize letters, bring words to life
+Preserve the life, to burn all you parasites back biting
+You hate hiking on my style, niggas wanna dick ride?
+Play the gate up, stay wearing knee high
+Might terrorize tracks, with terrorist traps
+Ask someone real, if I was kept sealed
+And if revealed, skills explode like Oklahoma
+Put the spicy niggas in comas, sniff the aroma
+The sweet smell of success, farewell to your flesh
+My style's so sick it was put on bed rest
+God bless, if you try to test my commitee
+My hood is all good, but then again it's all even
+I see you live a little stable, violate and shit'll turn fatal
+Meet my trigger finger friend napal
+Clown, you walking on shaky grounds
+The shit's violent, and niggas bust lyrical roundsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Life’s a Gamble[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Aiyo, when we writing, yo, shit is like the vice laws
+Fighting everybody wet, Lex dog, vibe on biting necks
+There goes the new hammer, microwave blamp, from the stove to the roads
+Down in New Hampshire, brolic size, wallet guys
+Frame broiled shotties, with the Ducati's, my pockets is set
+Now watch what you rep, I've been buying niggas heads
+Wall crawler, Captain Caveman, in the hall scrawling
+Money is stacked up, better than yours
+Do with the rappers, clap niggas, slap 'em, and car jack 'em
+Everything niggas is serving, is crack, what, preferebly Kelloggs
+You just a goldmine, yup, cereal bowls of heroin
+Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds, say something
+Niggas fronting while we doubling, pump 'em
+And lay 'em right in front of the steps
+The new Mark Cuban, Mavericks, we moving like Arabics
+Faces is wrapped, crosses on like Catholics
+Blend to the music, it's all in the game
+
+[Chorus: Ratchet]
+Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change
+Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change
+You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers
+Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game
+
+[Verse 2: Ratchet]
+Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines
+Posted up on the strip, fishing like bitches hoeing
+Blowing like Jesse Owens, run laps around these tracks
+And I stay up in the hood like, weed and cracks
+Damn right, I still pack the strap, duck if I whip it out
+But if I whip it out, you're people will be picking out
+A coffin and a tombstone, park 'em in the graveyard
+Prayers and a leap of faith, probably couldn't save ya'll
+That's the path of bravhearts, clap you in the hallway
+Turn two o's that soft, into three the hard way
+Move the diesel all day, shut it down in night time
+That's when the undercovers buy, in night time
+Move to the forefront, Ratch' had the store front
+First I had two goals, now I got more front
+Bitch I been G'd up, put a O in front of that
+Keep them bitches ski'd up, blowing off each other's back
+[Chorus: Ratchet]
+Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change
+Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change
+You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers
+Cause it might rain, life's a gamble like a dice game
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Heavy white ice, gold ornaments, hustle and life
+Hustle and light, good wit the pill
+Be at all the tournaments, stroll in the beach
+Out in Luv Allah, we love all of ya'll
+Killah Hill, Staten Africa, rap massacre
+Make a phone call, have niggas get at cha
+Rat ya, two double nines in the back of the Acura, it's a Don thing
+Don King, Don bitches under the ring
+We don't ever sing, raps get cut in the bing
+Posse up, see me the Beemer or Benz truck
+Reppin' that W, it's trouble for you
+Knife through ya bubble goose, veterans loose, 39 on the deuce
+Pick it up, stick it up, niggas is thinking to bust
+Breaking these states for they cake, you know what it do
+What's up, Goldie? Niggas wanna march, hanging wit Jody
+Street Flavor click, roll thicker than shit
+We the upmost, faggot niggas get bitched
+Smacked wit the toast, crackin' the line in the coke
+Niggas'll cutthroat, cutthroat, infered on top of the scope
+Crack in the dial, mixed with soap, Killah Island...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Somebody’s Got to Go[Intro: Cappadonna (Lounge Lo)]
+I'll break that nigga face in, right there
+(I'm listening) Right there at the wrinkle
+(Who over there?) Yeah, this is the body snatchers
+(Buddha, get him, man) Invasion, slang gargoyles
+(Right right) Nigga, we eat tracks for a living
+(Tell him again, Don) The beats ananymous
+Ya'll niggas is taking up space, straight up
+Snatching one of ya'll niggas up from the background
+Drag you over there, to one of the movie sets
+The new movies that's out right now, with the fucking...
+People on the juggle, straight up and down
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Ayo, my thoughts jump around like a dog in a river
+The heat I deliver, the beat, I get rid of
+To send him, I hit 'em when I'mma getter
+The fat rhyme spitter, heavy with the flow
+Somebody got to go, somebody got to know
+I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer
+Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster
+Five broker, face poker
+African rice, fish head, a little ocra
+I get folker, Staten Oprah, CD poster
+He's a vulture, knowledge culture
+Eat kosher, end of the day, do what I'm 'posed ta
+Somebody got to go I get closer, the show roaster
+Lounge'll rope ya, Stone Gang niggas'll smoke ya
+Somebody gotta gosta!
+[Hook: Sample]
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"I can't stand this jive no longer"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's got to go"
+
+[Verse 2]
+Somebody gotta go, I spit flow
+That shit that make you wanna get dough
+If I don't sell rap, I pitch snow
+Ya chick slow, might see Don with a thick ho
+My click come you better be out
+T.C. out, break bread, hustle and pop lead
+Throw darts, come off the head, break bread
+Park Heeze, get greasy, we doin it easy
+Brains in the 5 yeah they always please me
+Try but can't freeze me, I'm too hot for MTV
+Burn ya TV, niggas cee me as P-I
+Double L-A-G-E, my dogs go hard
+Chicks give me head, B!
+
+[Hook: Sample]
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"I can't stand this jive no longer"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's got to go"
+[Verse 3]
+Incredible flows, athletical blows
+ACG's on my feet, supply heat
+Fry beefs, all my guys eat
+We in here, Chambermusik take your cream
+Honor Management, live your dream
+Somebody got to go - get that steam
+Clear the block off, run fast, hold your bean
+Raw scene, our life's like a movie screen
+Rated R, hood superstars, great green in jars
+The streets is ours, we beating the odds
+Roll out, heat in da cars, from deep in the garage
+Put beef in the broadz, put skeet in they bras
+Me and my man, yo, we just cheating the laws
+
+[Hook: Sample]
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"Somebody's got to go"
+"I can't stand this jive no longer"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's—"
+"Somebody's got to go"EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+War Rats[Verse 1]
+Less seen and less heard, It's the pillage
+Live where we die for trade, orphans of the industry, rise up against
+Pretense, DJ's of segregation come together plottin' on the Nation
+Cats got the puff powder dance
+Underground economics, take a chance at the crackpot
+Speak at the ones on top
+At the gay bar your best rap star caught not keepin' it real
+Whats the deal wit' ya'll wanna be MC's when Ghost hit you
+The struggle is official with this
+Chill cause we don't mix wit' yall uncle Tomers
+We rock those real black leather bombers
+For real, Park Hill not Beverly Hills
+Ya'll better be still
+My brains come out of my ball pen for my origin
+I put the work in, any predictament
+In fact it don't matter to me
+The rap Oprah Winfrey with less currency
+But rock beautifully, no security with me
+Hard times and prophecy
+One idea, two children and three for virginity
+Pure energy whenever you confront me
+I'mma take yours, star wars
+
+[Hook]
+Star Wars, storm troopers, evil rulers
+New manuevers, Black German Luger laser beam
+(repeat Chorus)
+
+[Verse 2]
+The tables turned now, enter Shaolin where it's cold now
+Let the Teck blow now
+More Jungle nails, Parkhillbillies pour gas on Phillies
+Blocks where the Babies pick locks
+And Women make love to other Women
+It's the pillage, your Mother's Sons
+No more cold war, it be the poor ones
+No radio play, from the hallway to the doorway
+They banned us, cease to understand us
+Rap criminals segregated, player hated
+Underrated, project recipients
+Cappadonna, bag with the marijuana
+I'm a late-comer, I spread love last Summer
+Photographs with the Hummer
+A young dumber, bound to get dumber
+I speak the real CB, pillage monopoly
+Talk a XYZ, ain't nothin' like WB
+O.T.F., a bag of Uno Sixty
+I love how the weed get me
+See me whole style tricky
+Gats under the table, the tables turn now
+Life is too short and too foul
+Fake Brothers will get exiled
+Staten Island style, chicka-Pow!
+[Hook] - 2X
+
+[Verse 3]
+I drop paragraphs of information
+My mind starts racin'
+I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed
+I start to attack on every track when I react
+Dancehall style, ain't nothin' nice
+I came to regulate, Cappachino the great
+Comin' from all sorts of angles
+I close in, my team be the chosen
+Authorized like a hat tucked in
+You get sucked in, catch a repurcussion and crushed in
+Paralyzed, open your eyes, it's us again
+O.T.F. hit you like the blow of death
+Pulled while you was 'sleep
+With or without the gold teeth
+Crunch and lounge, Q guardin' the door
+It's like Comstock, we in the Belly similar to clock
+Boys to Men buildin', in the street
+Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat
+Thugs smoke leek, it's like the penile in the ghetto
+Palmetto, chocolate trees, crying Babies
+Rabies to the ringworm, take a turn and get burned
+Tryin' to be this, realness
+Shaolin barracks is very high tempered
+Sensed it in the water sorrounded by the fairy boats
+Hallways with pissy cut throats
+We forever live, gotta protect the orphanage
+The beast men, learn to fight back with the poilcemen
+Star Wars...Star Wars
+[Hook] - 3xEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Save the Children[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Whateva, whateva man
+I'm here to represent G-O-D to the fullest
+I got a message man, and the message is straighten up
+Or get eatin up
+
+[Culture]
+All mighty God is with us (2X)
+
+[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna ]
+Save the children, these streets is like a villain
+Life is like a chop shop inside of the buildin
+Save the children, these streets is like a villain
+Save the children, let the blood stop spillin
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Roses are red, violets are blue, this life is about me and you
+Not the red, white and the untrue, together we stand
+Divided we stand tall, final call, God save us all from the gates of Hell
+Where my young family dwell, it was a tall well
+While we still suffer, days are gettin tougher
+Jake on the prowl, treatin people on the street foul
+Some of them mean well, but they all live behind the shell
+Kick my door down, without ringin my bell
+Claim I'm sellin crack, but I ain't doin that
+All I do is rap, I'm a real MC, trynna get my life back
+Devils'll make it difficult, there it glow within the cult
+Can't wait to cut my throat, cuz of how I speak
+Too black for Hot 97, last year they put me on hold
+But I still went gold, where the joy go?
+What happened to the +Black Boy+ video?
+Bring +Run+ back, y'all scared of Cap
+Sleepwalkers can't roll wit the blacks
+[Chorus 1.5X]
+
+[Culture]
+See the man dem him, he went from nice to true drunko
+Now me speak the truth and a man just a den dead
+Wit the children, when I told you I be on the outside
+I can't trust with him, not pity on the outside
+I'm hung it with him, tell him that I carry
+Tell dem save the children
+You sold your bread, I sold my bread
+So ya meet my new friend, Mr. Up-On-The-Ten
+Then are ready to bust, let me load again
+And the play gon sting, just like stealth bomber
+Refuel the jet, because me loose me venom
+Jewels we do, and refuse not to sin
+And when I come hotter, don't work for Jah
+Hittin though we gettin, well that's the word is dark
+Brother gettin children, some lovin the hard
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Culture]
+A mighty God is with us
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Intelligent minds, encounters of the third kind
+Trapped behind enemy lines, youth life on the line
+Devils keepin us blind if it wasn't for Divine
+Contracts wouldn't be signed, save the children
+It's like a chop shop inside the buildin
+No second guessin, I'm confessin
+In the club females are undressin
+Little ones with the sexual affection need correction too
+For too many years, shippin us upstate
+Plantin drugs on us, the children ain't safe
+Broke down our families, then they build gates
+Sow holes in our brain like life is an earthquake
+Stole our language so we couldn't meditate
+Even in the schools where the teachers taught hate
+Falsify history, everythin is fake
+Use your third eye when you dealin with snakes
+Let freedom ring, Born Love Allah, see the king
+Save the children is the song I sing
+While I'm layin in the struggle absorbin the sun rays
+Holdin the children in the last days
+We're livin like slaves, modern day style
+Save the children, make em cry for me now
+Save the children, make em cry for me now
+[Outro: Culture]
+Cry for me now, no sight killin
+Yagga yaw, them try kill me now
+Yagga yaw, dem cry for me now
+Save the children, Dem cry for me now
+Ya all pigs, you nah
+You ya, yea yea, God is with us
+Bad man nah know, cry for me now, blaow!
+
+[Skit Outro: Cappadonna (?)]
+Yo, man, I ain't got nothin to say to ya niggas, man
+Word up, just get the album or get the fuck lost
+(Be like, fuck it I'm done)
+Yeah, (God bless, good night)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Struggle With This[Intro: Cappadonna]
+(... it's like I'm back in the guts, the worlds
+The streets, the projects, it's always a struggle
+No matter what you do)
+Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
+Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
+Struggle with this, come on ya'll, struggle with this
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+All ya'll fake ass niggas, what you know about this?
+Album after album, like I don't give a shit
+And you still writin', you ain't flippin' no bricks
+And you got a big mouth, but you ain't go no hits
+You just a squirrel in the path, about to get ran over
+Your talk game is good, but where your Land Rover?
+You never had a whip, you never had no chips
+You was lookin' for Don', while I was takin' long trips
+Came back to Park Hill and I flexed my kits
+Smoke greens with ya'll niggas, come on, get a grip
+Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?)
+Deep down inside you wanna be like me
+And get a little more fame and a little more pussy
+But you so jealous of me, plus you kick dirt
+That's the reason why ya'll niggas can't work..
+Yo, yo, come on, ya'll, struggle with this
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We up early in the morning, and all night
+We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight
+Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight
+Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life!
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna, (King Just)]
+Yeah, come on ya'll, struggle with this
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this
+(Aiyo, Cap, one of those round math')
+
+[Verse 2: King Just]
+I'm rarely seen, cuz I'm out, chasin' my dreams
+Microphone fiend, way before I was a teen
+Mitch Green niggas all get punched in they eye
+Challengin' the champ, like I won't take their pride
+Or kick they hide, from here to the Westside
+Tell you rest in the flesh, even the best done tried
+Comply, or you'll be assassinated
+I'm dated and faded, download it and save it
+I made it, easier for the media
+So you could understand me, without the slang Enclyopedia
+Stay weeded up, like the kettel gettin' headed up
+Talkin' bout the kid, but I already beat it up
+In the cut, like peroxide, or iodine
+Optimus shine, here to decline your slot time
+Rock rhymes on point like a porcupine
+And if my ass get left back, I'mma catch up/Ketchup like Heines
+And define definition of an M.C
+Tempt me, I ain't got a lot to give, I got plenty
+Since you went from 103 to 104
+Them dumb ass broads talkin' 'bout them more and more
+From shore to shore, I laid down my law
+And walk my Adidas on Colleseum floors
+Score like Fugee, Rhyme & Reason first movie
+I ain't gon' rest til I see Flex black a tooly
+One bad mooly, who lost his cool-io
+With this Julie ho, gettin' brains in the studio
+Figadoh! Return of the phantom of the opera
+Pop a collar, pop it for Mr. Popular
+I could see through binoculars that you've been watchin' us
+Your best bet is to get your money set and start coppin' us
+Before the deeds knock us, and push petal charges
+And fall off the face of the earth like slaughtered Sergeant
+[Interlude: King Just, (Cappadonna)]
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this (yeah, do it, right)
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this (Staten Island, stand up)
+K.J. all day, Donnamite (get fucked up)
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We up early in the morning, and all night
+We keep the armor of Allah on, ready to fight
+Come on, ya'll, struggle with this, keep it tight
+Because I, am, thee, un-, ordinary life!
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, Hollyhood, come on, ya'll struggle with this
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+I've been strugglin' a few years, now I'm back
+All ya'll stupid muthafuckas best to learn how to act
+I ain't here to rap with you or here to clap with you
+Cappadon', I'm just back on the map with you
+Plus I'm gettin' it hot, ya'll hatin' ass niggas not gettin' a lot
+Scheming like a fiend and when the joint in the block
+Know you can't get down, nigga, what you got?
+Big Don' beyond plot, stay low in the block
+With the Glock, told them niggas in Crimestock
+Hold ya head, it's gonna pop
+Keep comin' home, we gonna rise to the top
+Like one in the dome, nigga, we refuse to stop
+Don't get it twisted, the Bees gon' drop
+But the heat's still rising and ya'll gonna get it
+It's me, Big Cappadon' with the fitted
+And my goretex shit with the FUBU knitted
+And I'm coming back for all ya'll niggas that shitted
+Kid back off, my thoughts make you wanna clap off
+Run from Don, I tear the wax off
+Osama Island, nigga we been wildin'
+Struggle with this, come on ya'll, fuck talent!
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Struggle with this, put that work in
+Come on ya'll, struggle with this
+Homicide Hill, come on ya'll, grizzly
+Struggle with this...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Born in N.Y.C.[Cappadonna]
+I was born in New York City, September 18th
+In a Jewish hospital in Brooklyn, my body was clean
+I was known as a bastard child, and my pop left early
+Muthafucka, I ain't know his style
+I was raised by my step-dad, that's my father
+A good married man, plus kept a revolver
+Taught me not to hit ladies out, I don't really need 'em
+Never trust 'em hoes, know how to read them
+And my step-father split, I was out on my own
+I was only 17, but I thought I was grown
+I sold crack before I got my hands on the chrome
+At the same time, I had chicks giving me dome
+My girl claiming she virgin, not wanting to bone
+I did a one-to-three for cracks, and I came back home
+Seeded my girl up, but I was still on the roam
+I was out in Body Brighton, straight marking holmes
+Me and my nigga RSC, that's my doolah debt brother
+We held each other down, watch out for undercovers
+Eight months later, got knocked again
+Praying the lord lift me up, I got dropped again
+Cops took my crack money, stopped again
+Then they put me in the cell, and they locked me in
+My good girl turned savage, and she whopped my friend
+I did the bid, came down on work release
+Cut my girlfriend off, start working the streets
+Hustlin', doing whatever so my seed could eat
+My girl didn't get along, we always had beef
+Me and my seed relationship started to get weak
+Rapping at the same time, started to get deep
+My life got crazier, then I out stand it
+A year and a half later, my crib is surrounded
+I slipped off lovely, now I'm up in the Bronx
+One the Grand Concourse, that's up in New York
+Police scaring my mother, and they was calling the fort
+Harassing my peoples, cuz they want me in court
+So I turned myself in, they staight sent me to Sing-Sing
+I ain't new to this shit, though, I be doing my thing-thing
+So I did my violation, kid, nine in the mohawk
+Where niggas cut niggas and them dogs show off
+I bugged out for a minute, they put me in the box
+Kid, I did my time in jail, I carried my ox
+Never fronting where I come from, I carried my block
+Now I'm back on the set, and my darts is hot
+Same time my Wu-Tang niggas started to pop
+I was battling these MC's, way before that joint called Ice Cream
+Land, and you couldn't understand, how I claim my spot
+Razor Sharp Records signed me up, straight off cop
+I was shooting videos now and mixing the drinks
+Me and my dogs Rae & Ghost dropped a joint called Cuban Linx
+Mad groupie love, minage's and minks
+On the down low, my rep started to get bigger
+Everybody that didn't know me was like "whose that nigga?"
+Next thing you know, here comes The Pillage
+Hit you in the head, ramsack ya village
+Way before you rappers, turned into killers
+The Five Percent Nation had the game on Knowledge of Self
+To showin' all of ya niggas how to get the dollars for delf
+A lot of ya'll smart niggas went to college for health
+But I'm ghetto all of my life, my cards were dealt
+Might slump you over my paper, fuck the belt
+I'mma keep spittin' my darts, til my words are felt
+Poppy Wardrobe King, ya'll ain't know how to dress
+I told ya'll in Winter Warz, I was Staten Island's best
+Never told you the story though, I was taking a rest
+How I started blowing up, niggas getting upset
+Yo, I'm known as Original, in my projects
+I'm known as Cappadonna, in my projects
+And I'm try'nna write something, my readers could digest
+The Yin & Yang came different, I began to fall
+Problems with my click, it's no longer all for all
+Me and my Baltimore niggas, ready to brawl
+So we slipped up in the gate, like Taj Mahal
+The Clan was on the stage, they was holding the ball
+Then Ghost gave me the mic, my verse got avoided
+Me, Dust Dap' and Ed, was paranoided
+The money might of made it, but the money destroyed it
+The rumors circled how the Clan, they dissed Summer Jam
+Rose up against the system, we all got banned
+Some of the lost generation don't know who I am
+I'm on that Theodore shit, like I told you I can
+From crack sales to grams, the guns, the fams
+Weeds, the ecst' pills, plus crushin' the fans
+I see where them idiots be tuckin' they hands
+That's why I'm always on the grind, never ducking my plansEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Mamma[Intro: sample]
+“What ya said to me… about me…”
+“What ya said to me… said so…”
+“Said so much… said so much you just up���"
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Mamma what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you For helping me write this dart
+And if it wasn't for you ma' I would've never had a start
+Cause you taught me how to read
+Taught me how to take my time and never speed
+Taught me how to hold my neck back when my nose bleed
+I love you Mamma, espescially for the fact
+That you ain't have to take my shit
+While I was in the streets, whylin' out, jugglin' bricks
+Hustlin', sellin' crack, catchin' 'em vicks
+I love you Mamma, cuz in the Bricks
+That's just how it gets
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
+I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
+Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
+I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Mamma, what you said to me, yeah, that's what's up
+You taught me how to keep shit real and when my gun bust
+Keep it low, keep on the go
+Just incase keep peepin' the Po
+Mamma loco, yeah kid yeah that's my true nigga
+I beat ya ass for actin' up know what to do nigga
+My moms and your moms might've went to school nigga
+When Pops left Moms was the disciplinary
+She taught me how to love them women and pop they cherry
+Take money, cut time and stab Jerry
+Plus I remember what you said to me
+Mamma and I don't have to worry
+Dear Mamma, after work meet me at the Ferry
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Dear Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
+I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
+Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+You know I love you Mamma jJust because you my true team
+You rose me as a real King somethin' for the Queen
+That's why I always stay focused, keep my nose clean
+Watch over my family, whoever intervene
+Fuck all y'all niggas, tryin' to stop my dream
+Block my cream, Mamma I'll pop my steam
+Just how you taught me, Mamma bail me out
+Jakes still caught me, Thank you Mamma, I'll make ya a lil' coffee
+The things that you said to me, it hit my mind softly
+You a strong woman, and Mamma won't abort me
+We used to live in Brooklyn, but you SI New York'ed me
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
+I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
+Mamma, what you said to me it really touched my heart
+I wanna thank you for helping me write my dart
+I really miss you and I just wanted you to know that
+Mamma, I'm really missing you, I really miss youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Even Know You[Intro during Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Uh, yeah! Yo!
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Peep the scene, remember Cappadon' from Ice Cream
+I got my nice clean, my ice beam, my nice jeans
+Pillage For Life Team, we fight schemes, we bite Beans
+We mic fiends, we the light means
+We be ignitin' the scenes, we be enlightin' the teens
+Spicin' up my mental cuisines, my blunt steams
+My stunts screams, I hunt the princess and I hunt Queens
+Get a Dutch and I dump my greens
+No seeds in my weed, it's like tangarines
+But I'm spaced out, muthafuckas, and I'm dope fiends
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, I'm back on the set, like me and the kid LuLu
+Fuckin' with the ill hoes that eat doo-doo
+Dressed up Manhattan style, walkin' the poodle
+They put period blood inside noodle
+On a curious tip, they drop voodoo
+That's why when we see a bitch, man, we like "Yo, bitch, who you?"
+You know my style, my whole crew keep a nice shoe
+Original Don', slut, do you
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Yo, I'm a hot piece, my top piece, they top crease
+I knock beef, I drop teeth, I lock heat
+I boxbeats, I rock cleats, I stop sheets
+I pop a ecst', and I pop treats, my clock beeps
+With the pussy, my cock meets, my block creeps
+Shockin' ya peeps, my police gut is wop ya niece
+We big niggas and we like broccoli's
+Never let the Ox' leak, we top cheeks
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know you
+I don't even know youEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Hustle & Flow[Cappadonna]
+I, am, hustle & flow
+I do whatever I do to get that dough
+Used to sell tour raps at the 1-6-Oh
+Got caught wit the raps up under my coat
+Feds locked me up, on the Staten Island Ferry Boat
+Alot of niggas used to stuff they raps wit soap
+Yo, I hustle all the time like I'm pushing the dope
+Got rap like an E pill, rap ecstasy
+Yo, the rap shit, kinda like sex to me
+When I bust one nut on the M-I-C
+Hustle for the neck nut, never hustle for free
+Yo, I flow wit the hustle when I spit my G
+Aiyo, I, am, hustle & flow
+I'm a hustler, hustle mad rap wit GZA
+We shoot you wit that shit, that make you shiver
+Fiends line up, flows that attack the liver
+Suffocating in your vein like dirt in the river
+Nigga taught Cap rap, that broke the cow's back
+You high all night like where those dudes at?
+Narco's on our tail, running fast in the building trynna block our sale
+We got raps coming out our ass
+Hustle and flow, nigga, rap in a stash
+Bring those bottles back, get that cash
+Rap re-up, two get a nigga three up
+Hustle all night, baseheads still be up
+Staten Africa, niggas catch malaria
+Raps stuffed in my sock, watch out nigga
+Yeah, he's the carrier
+I, am, hustle & flow
+I do whatever I do to get that dough
+I, am, hustle & flow
+I do whatever I do to get that dough
+Sell rap under the trees, in the Congo
+Some Puerto Rican stashed rap in the bongo
+Don Kaneesh, sell raps, take the risk
+I got lawyer, track down all my shit
+So just in case you wanna cop more heavy
+None of ya'll rappers don't have to worry
+Cuz I'm good wit the hustle and my flows is crack
+Yeah, I'm talking bout rap, jeans, hoodies & Nikes
+I see the pigs coming when they flash the lights
+Now get dough, I am hustle & flow
+I, am, hustle & flow
+Aiyo, hustle everywhere, hustle rap like ki's
+Anywhere I hustle my rap, I watch for D's
+Dickhead niggas try to bite my steeze
+Stop trying to sell your raps around my blocks
+Yo, your shit sound garbage and you making it hot
+You ain't hip hop, nigga, ya'll rap is pop
+Yo, my flow so good, I might get me a spot
+Niggas don't want me to come up, the hustle is lethal
+I sell it to the kids, I love the people
+My shit sound crack like cooked up blow
+I told ya'll, I am hustle & flow
+I, am, hustle & flow
+I, am, hustle & flow
+Hustle my raps, kid, everywhere I go
+I, am, hustle & flow
+Do whatever I do, to get that dough, hollaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Speed Knotz[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Hold me down yall
+Smitty, Yo that Smitty right there
+Ohh shit they murked Smitty, Yo, Get up
+Ohh shit, Yo, Niggas murked Smitty
+Staten Africa, Put your hands up
+
+[Cappadonna]
+The wrath of God through a deadly mic, I bring life
+Touch the blind and bring sight to em
+Killa Bees on the swarm I get Devils to fight through em
+Staten Africa, It's no turning back, It's a massacre
+Fire and Brim Stone, Ja Rule
+Thirty-six chambers of bangers unite for the fight
+Get your mind right, The armor of God crush your phasod
+Allah Ho Akbar, Hit you real hard, Snow flakes the size of ice balls
+Graffiti on the walls like hieroglyphics, Time ticks
+Nobody know the hour, God Cipher Divine, Fetal through the lines
+Knowledge of signs, Chaos of the world, Famine and pestilence
+Burn an incense, It's intense, We found the evidence
+And finger prints on the army tents, U.F.O.'s in the conference
+To guard my circumference, Spear forcefully
+Watch out, Spies in your house, Yo you best get out
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna, (Sample)]
+Come on, Uhh, This one is like a fresh salad
+(Shaolin shadow boxing, If what you say is true
+The Shaolin could be dangerous) To all of my dun-duns
+[Percise]
+I don't like to bend my knees, I spit metaphors and similes
+Against wars, Rims, And Bentley's, And although they do tempt me
+Still I practice self and represent what is left
+Of the truest E-M-C-E-E
+I don't look down my nose, I never mug, Frown, Or pose
+I just take control of the dispersed black soul
+Then cock back let it go, Didn't re-cop at a store
+Just let it bang, Spit the slang, Never let these niggas know
+In a freeze I go face, Even when the World got me dazed I show face
+And never would I ask for your praise, I'm too humble and soo shy
+But never take my kindness for weakness
+I'm still rep'n South Side til I die
+Cross my heart and swear to live, I gotta do it for the kids
+And the greatest of all time and don't know what time it is
+I use thirty-six chambers to wake em up
+Labody and Cappadonna slap you with nunchucks like pssshhhhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+A-Alike B-Alike C-Alike[Intro]
+Wut' up world this is Cappadonna
+I'm back in the buildin', I'm chillin'
+Big up to my offspring and all of them
+Starlita and my little daughter and all of them, Starsia
+Ya know what I'm sayin', Caprice
+My homie squad, little Garret Jr
+Ya know what I'm sayin', original Tayzeen, Angelo Vaughn
+My man Supreme, ya know what I'm sayin'
+We in here, straight up, yo..
+
+[Verse 1]
+Somebody gotta tell me that the world gonna end
+Everythin' we doin' now gonna come to an end
+God created us likewise, men and women
+Three fourths of earth's surface has got shit swimmin' in it
+But now to self preventative truth every minute
+The mind is infinite, I detect no limit
+Can't poison the gods, we see through your gimmicks
+Mind detects mind let the little star shine
+A-alike reflect light got the cure for swine
+Educate, wise up, never fallin' behind
+Love hella right, yeah took a fall one time
+But I'm back to retract all the right and exact
+Add on to light bill power, niggas subtract
+Got caught in the serious act, Allah akhbar
+I've seen sins and they're foreheads scarred
+Tried to take away my happiness, but I studied too hard
+I'm like new music right now, good in the yard
+Hate the belly in three separate rate in our squad
+360 degrees we form and revolve
+All the way around the world then them back in them tall?? carts
+Bringin' in the high science like good report cards
+[Chorus]
+A-alike, B-alike, C-alike, reflect light
+Young brothers growin' up gotta respect right
+You can neva' be a part of this, with you to neglect tight
+All you gotta do is read and you could perfect sight
+
+[Repeat 2x]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Let your mind absorb the energy as I convince thee
+Dig deep down inside yourself and set yourself free
+Get set yourself apart from which you used to be
+And get used to me, yeah I speak the truth from what I see
+Understand clearly, say it loud so the planet hear me
+Hip-hop nigga for real, knights and all that
+Do-rags tied to tha' back, know you could feel that
+Baggy jeans flow that'll rip the cordless
+Fit yo' hat shit that make you get on tha' floor quick
+Hard knock life, Rock the Bells kinda vibe
+Like Vibe magazine, mad colors and rides
+Killa bees on the swarm, all my brothers is wise
+You know I love hip-hop and it gets me high
+So when the zoo lit, all my fans know when I'm fried
+And I'm still somethin' where the beat's at, so I could build somethin'
+Few thoughts slayin', I'mma start to kill somethin'
+No matter how it go down, I keep the feel jumpin'
+[Repeat Chorus 2x]
+
+[Outro]
+To all my dawgs man, just pumpin' that iron
+Word up, keepin' that rice in that pot
+Single arrowsEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+My Gang[Born Divine]
+Yo, your boy Born back, one hot track
+Another masterpiece for all my hood niggas
+The sting in the street, trying to survive, man
+We gotta get right and take care of fam
+So we hustle son, and play the block heavy
+I never snitch and never ran, when the chops sweat me
+I earn my stripes, listen, from the streets to prison
+Niggas know me, dog, and my divine mission
+I got the game now, like me and money green
+On the compound, yo, this a lock down
+And yea as clear as dawn and harm city Born
+Reppin' B-More for life, with that heat drawn
+I'm bout to take off boy, light years gone
+Lightspeed on, I breeze by, like whooo
+The way you going, to the top, man
+I can't stop fam, can't you niggas, tell?
+Look at this cartel, we moving weight now
+My CD's jamming like they told vows
+My flow so different, with so many styles
+Plus my voice ill, you boys better chill
+Cuz my fam kill, shhh, don't squeal
+Wheels peel out, and the darkness appear
+Like roaches when they see the lights
+You better get it right, cuz we ain't come to fight, ight?
+[Cappadonna]
+Sick with the flows, I spit for hoes
+I grind everyday, fuck cheeks in they holes
+Spark my yae, I'm still ghetto, with t-shirts
+Jeans hard and stiff, I don't give a fuck
+Shit, my Skwad is thick, we don't fall back
+Fuck, we in charge of the shit, fly suit, red Havana Joe's
+Muslim oil, I'm hood, nigga, what? Man, you know I'm spoiled
+New York City, what, you know I'm loyal
+Baltimore City, I got love for you
+Popped off the first time that I ever saw you
+Murdaland mixed with New York music
+It's something in the cosmic, making me use this
+I move slick, jump over cunts, prostitutes bitch
+Get up to my hair, the grooves is a bitch
+The Better Life, more papers, hoes and fishsticks
+Biscuits, sneak 'em in the club, icepicks
+Me and Clayborne, yo, we keep us a nice chick
+The police they ain't got us in they vicegrips
+
+[Little Clayway]
+Chilling in a nice whip, staying on some real shit
+Look kid, we got skills to pay the bills, and eat a meal, for real
+Even if a nigga gotta get killed
+I'mma get mine, fuck standing in that checkline, waiting on the government
+I'd rather grab the tech nine, fuck, go through hard times
+All the time, it's rough on the brother
+Got the d's, to stick up hoes and my baby mother
+Not a lover, I gotta use the rubber with the chick
+Can't trust her, child support sending me case numbers
+Game is sour, streets going under
+Uh, money is power, we ain't getting younger
+Yo, I'm like a lion with a five day hunger
+And I shine like the sun, in the middle of summer
+Uh, give me a beat and I flip that
+Start a record label and show you how I did that
+Give me some dat, you know it cost niggas some stacks
+Plus a nigga did it from scratch
+Used to be pushing them cracks, when a nigga had
+BBS's on the Ac', caught a flashback
+Grown now, speaking on facts
+Still talk slow when I rap, my nigga Cap
+My nigga Born in the back
+Wu-Tang, Clayway, what's fucking with that?
+[Chorus 2X: Cappadonna]
+My gang gon' kick ya'll ass
+My gang gon' kick ya'll ass
+My gang gon' kick ya'll ass
+And stomp ya'll niggas out
+
+[Outro: DJ Fontane]
+Yeah, the Better Life Movement
+Masterminds Productions
+Your boy DJ Fontane, Clayway Records
+You know how we hold it down
+Wu-South, uhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+That Staten Island Shit[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yo, Check it out man
+All yall dudes, And all yall chicks
+Pay that money at the door, Getting searched
+Don't try to place the razor under the sneaker
+Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo
+Cause I can see you, Diglah, Yo, Check it out
+Up in the club like what
+You know what it is man, Me and my whole clique, Yo
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Lo]
+It's that club type shit, That make you nice
+It's that Henny in that cup without that juice and ice
+It's that gang banger shit, That make you bleed
+This that Staten Island shit, Yo that smack a weave
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Ayo, All in the club like what, Balling it up
+Bebe Con Dunks, Strut when I step in the cut
+Got my eyes on honeys and I'm feeling they stuff
+Me and my man Luck Star yo we back in effect
+Got them hard ass beats like we packing a tech
+And everybody in the joint steady breaking they neck
+Got thugs in the back mixing greens with wet
+Moe spilling on my clothes and the party is set
+I go for real all night til the sun start to rise
+And I'm back on the block again flipping them pies
+Me and my man Luck Star bagging all of the chicks
+While they getting they eagle on yo we hop on they tits
+Make em lean back some more on they can hop on the stick
+And nobody can stop us, We caught in the mix
+Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks
+Grab sweeties by the waistline, Rubbing our shit
+Come on tell me that you like my moves
+Go baby girl, Tell me how you like my grooves
+Got baggy jeans on with my Timberland shoes
+Ride honeys from the back and they loving the cruise
+Step right to my business, Any shorty I choose
+Put it all up in her dress with she shake in her shoes
+Me and my man Luck Star stay thug'n em out
+Kiss em while they on the dance floor yall
+Straight bug'n em out
+Got haters on the sideline, Cussing em out
+Can't wait to get em home, Start bust'n em out
+If they don't wanna act right, Start smut'n em out
+Make em drink more Henny, Start gut'n em out
+Rock a big fat chain, King Tut in the house
+You can't knock Don, That's what the hustle about
+[Chorus]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I need a chick that can shake her ass, She know how to move
+Got plenty of cash, Got the glow like Stacey Dash
+In the buggy eyed Benz, Keep a Glock in the stash
+Rock Perry Ellis, Liz Claiborne slacks
+With a body like Eve and her ass is fat
+Always down for a nigga, Never giving it up
+You know her stuff stay tight while we living it up
+Take trips out to Paris yo, Sip'n it up
+Dine at the ill spots, Yo we tip'n it up
+I take two or three chicks, Not giving a fuck
+Call little clay waist, Start pack'n the truck
+It's like that, Take a cruise and I'll be right back
+All the chicks on the block wanna know where I'm at
+I like em classy, All the way down to hood rat
+With your Timberland boots on, Scarf to match
+Army fatigue with your tight jeans, Face is means
+Getting the type of chick tryna make my Queen
+And it really don't matter to me
+Cause I'm looking at your ass and that shit got fatter to me
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yo, Throw me that four-four
+Booger Foot CityEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Street Flavor[Intro: Cappadonna (Rush)]
+Uh-huh (yeah) uh-huh (my fuckin' Street Flavor)
+Fuckin' ping-pong head (Ratchet Rush)
+Street Flavor (fifty-one, thirty-six) Street Flavor
+Ya new neighbor, nigga (give it to ya niggas one time)
+Betcha jump up on my dick now, shit is bonkers...
+You fucking idiot
+
+[Rush]
+Wicker man, trigger man, post on top of the hill
+Get a Gram', flip a grand, try and hop through a mill
+If I blew the steele, concealed at the top of my sweats
+I pop you for real, aim for the top of your chest
+Fuck the respect, power's all I need today
+In that LC Lex so I can speed away, you know?
+I don't think so, I didn't expect you to
+You got powers, plus cops posted next to you
+Listen to the cash flow, rap flow like Fidel
+Castro, asshole, dude you get in the shell
+Oooh, we sippin' the L, cee-lo, blowin' sticky-sticky
+Navigator posted, sittin' high on them mickey-mickeys
+Watch 'em drop fifty in yo city, from that icky-icky
+Calico, strip 'em shells through your whole residential
+See only presidents be blowin' spliffy like a rasta wit me
+That chopper with me, pop a copper just for actin' iffy
+Leave 'em stank and pissy, Cali pearl handle murder murder
+Burn by my sermon, I'mma hurt 'em when I turn it on 'em
+Steady serving on 'em, swervin' 'on 'em in that fishy-fishy
+V12, Lex drop, blow ya top, tippy-tippy
+[Cappadonna]
+I destroy mics quick, leave parties crippled
+Get down on the track, just sweat and ripple
+Start commotion when I rap, my steeze'll get you
+Only if you hood for real, my steeze hit you
+Butterfly fuck niggas, bees'll sting you
+Niggas that sling dope, I hope the d's don't get you
+Stay on the low, kid, breeze with the pistol
+For all my real niggas get g's with the pistol
+Hold your hood down, nigga, cheese is the issue
+Raise your guns up, nigga, squeeze and let loose
+
+[Rush]
+Ready quickly niggas know I gets busy
+Made 'em lifty-lifty off the ground
+When the pound hit, at a miscy muffler's rap
+It ain't no sound bitch, now remy marty, marty crown
+With the light Bacardi, now I wanna fight somebody
+Nigga, pass the shotty-shotty, twizzy twelve gauge
+Mossberg with the stocks off, shoot ya block off
+With the mack when I pop off, fuck the drop off
+Take the paper straight to papi papi
+I've been cookin' cutter that's pitching on your blocky blocky
+Snitches try to stop me, sending word to the copy copy
+But I'm never sloppy, so I beat it, nigga watch me, watch me
+Like a big screen, fifty inches in the living room
+Just consider moves, that I make, type forbidden dude
+Niggas tend to do, what they see, like a baby baby
+Sonny acting shady with three eighties on they lady lady
+Maybe they won't play from a distance, lizzy long range
+This is strong game, like Gotti tephlon frame
+You stepped on chains, just respected to the Pocono's
+Cappa smoking bones, of that sticky-icky malibu
+Bizzy green as a moon, no, we gon' throw it up
+Put it in the air, Don pizzy P, Mo' it up
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, nigga, Street Flavor
+4-4-3-3-0-6-9-7-6-2, nigga, we do what we gotta do
+Ratchet Rush, nigga Don Don, what's up
+Goon Squad Hooligan...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cap’s Back Again[Malcolm X sample]
+When you study the historic nature of revolutions
+You may change your goal and you may change your mind
+Look at the American Revolution in 1776
+That revolution was for what? For land
+Why did they want land? Independence
+How was it carried out? Bloodshed
+Number one, it was based on land, the basis of independence
+And the only way they could get it was bloodshed
+You don't have a peaceful revolution
+You don't have a turn-the-other-cheek revolution
+There's no such thing as a nonviolent revolution
+
+[Cappadonna]
+The hard times, tough pain, heavy rains coming down on me (Cap's back again)
+Up all night, sleeping in the streets, life ain't treating right (Cap's back again)
+A fatherless child, escaped from work release, and plus blew trial (Cap's back again)
+Reptiles in the BM-Dub, lizards and fake wizards (Cap's back again)
+The dirty staircase, pissy hallways, I'm in the grind, always (Cap's back again)
+Twisted ass record deal, spiritual albums, I feel like Malcolm X (Cap's back again)
+Cab driver status, wild baby mothers, two sisters and two brothers (Cap's back again)
+Two tours with Ghost, the chrome toast, no calls from Rae (Cap's back again)
+Fall off, then I get back on, ya'll best to be warned (Cap's back again)
+From bum to rich, broke, back to fly again, baby what's what? (Cap's back again)
+The ill rapper, try'nna feed my triplets and still flip on this shit (Cap's back again)
+From New York to Baltimore, I'm coming hard, no matter what, kid, I still want more (Cap's back again)
+Cats is still sleeping on me, but so what, cuz these streets put a beating on me (Cap's back again)
+Two Benzes, Cadillac truck, head in the whip, still living it up (Cap's back again)
+I'm in the projects for life, pain so deep that it cut like a knife (Cap's back again)
+I'm going all the way with this, and to them stupid reptiles
+That admit they did this (Cap's back again)
+None of ya'll cats can see me, ya'll got it mixed up when you see me on MTV
+(Cap's back again)
+Forever pushing the pain, never fall back, it's like I'm pushing the train
+(Cap's back again)
+Fronts in the mouth, ACG's, golden brown army fatigues (Cap's back again)
+Momma in the housing, I'm trying to make thousands, what you gonna do now?
+(Cap's back again)
+Fake cats never show 'em no love, when I see 'em, yo, I'm throwing slugs (Cap's back again)
+It's all over for dudes, the time is now, Staten Island side chika-pow! (Cap's back again)
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Ping pong with this...
+It's how I be beating your head against the words...
+Diggaler, Deini, yo...
+Respect the king..., the first...
+Uh-huh, Staten Island stand up...
+Straight up and down, right here
+This is Tyzeen street music
+Crack barrels of rap... get 'em... yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Money, Cash, Flows[Intro: Lounge Mode]
+Walk with us... Code:Red, speak up
+
+[Lounge Mode]
+I'mma set it from the front of the door and let it be known
+That I'm, settin' it straight and I'm comin' back home
+Cuz I told ya'll, the tank top hustle a lot
+But I'm a little dude and I still muscle the block
+
+[Crunch Lo]
+Aiyo, we comin' for the blocks, the aves and the streets
+The team stay on the grind cuz the fam gotta eat
+Dimes get bagged and sealed like it was work
+And ain't nothin' safe get ya teflon shirt
+
+[Remedy]
+Street life, drugs shit, money comes in bundles
+Thug shit, and terratorial rumbles
+Guns and in vintage, Don sweaters
+We love phat whips, exotic bitches, new Code:Red leathers
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, my hood hate theyself
+The bitches love Don', cuz they mate theyself
+And niggas can't snake me, so they snake theyself
+And they just pussy to me, they rape theyself and they take theyself
+[Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo]
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+
+[Crunch Lo]
+Aiyo, it's busy on the strip and they ain't too much rule
+So how many M.C.'s must I consume?
+Open up a nigga like a pussy womb
+So nigga, call ya orangutang Goons and baboons
+
+[Remedy]
+Who the fuck are you? That'll crew with me and two
+Maybe more, can't come, fuck, kick down your door, son
+You can have beef and not know it
+Some gas in a bottle with a rag, then light it and throw it
+
+[Cappadonna]
+We love, grindin' the honies and makin' the moneys
+Toss it up, lovely, breakin' the twenties
+And broke crews for a rap song, bakin' the sunnies
+Lay back lovely, shakin' the bunnies
+
+[Lounge Mode]
+It's the reason why they put me here, to blast off
+Cuz the rap game suck and I'm ready to crash course
+With an O-1 'Rari, smoked and tinted
+Who you know that shoot best when he's smoked and bented?
+[Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo]
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+
+[Remedy]
+Yo, I'll jump in my whip, yo and run you over
+Pass the weed and the Dutch to the ciga-r roller
+From the Stat', with the shoulder strap holder
+Fuck Beans, fuck Free, fuck The Roc and Hova
+
+[Lounge Mode]
+Fuck the cops and The Roc, I'mma do whatever
+I come through rock a little wear, shoot who ever
+It's a Struggle, that's why I told ya'll I bubble
+Buck a thing, bust a thing, if you see I'm in trouble
+
+[Crunch Lo]
+Aiyo, I spit like a baby, a dog with the rabbies
+Bowlin' hot gravy, get spilled we too ill
+With the pill, emphatic slam
+Crunch to the Lo, to the rap, from the Stat's who I am
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Code:Red Entertainment
+I'm not just a client, I'm also acquinted
+Real respect real and it's all non-tainted
+Handcuffed in the courtroom, bitin' the plaintiff
+Run from the arraignment
+[Chorus: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode, Remedy, Crunch Lo]
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+Money, cash, flows and bitches
+
+[Outro: Lounge Mode]
+Yeah, man, aiyo Slash
+You tell Jay, right, that we gon' get this joint poppin' right
+Lo gon' come with us in a minute, call Shockey up
+And then we gon' rock it out, knawhatimean?
+So, just in case, you got bucked, you make sure he got that thing
+And we gon' move, let's go baby, right here, move..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Blood Brothers[Intro: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode]
+Blood Brothers!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! (Staten Island niggas)
+Blood Brothers!
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+All y'all hatin' ass MC's Run 4 Cover
+Long live Cappadon' that's word to mother
+I'm a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters
+And every time you see me, I always got the butters
+And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow
+I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow
+Travel across the globe, show after show
+We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal
+And there's a bunch of y'all niggas that's feelin' the O
+But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so
+I clap one of y'all niggas and leave you flat
+And the rest of y'all bitch ass niggas'll fall back
+It's the C-to the A-P in ya mouth
+Cold stab y'all niggas, what the fuck y'all talkin' about?
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode]
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Homicide Hills, Staten Island
+That's what it is
+
+[Verse 2: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, Cap, what you speak about? Niggas still frontin'
+Like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin'
+What? We blood for life, we thug for life
+Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
+Mama Love always screamed on us
+And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us
+Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back
+Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack
+And we ride together, rhyme together
+Eat together, talk shit and sleep together
+In the Hood we pack eat together
+What you think? Y'all niggas keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather
+L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up
+How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up?
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode]
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all
+Pop off 'til I get along with y'all
+I'ma stay strong with y'all
+Knucklehead niggas, Shaolin volume two
+Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
+Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace
+Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease
+I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar
+I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga
+But the hood is redder
+Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta
+Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike's on kid the green leather
+I ain't sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together
+And my big dick go right in ya heffer
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna & Lounge Mode]
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!
+Blood Brothers! Suuu!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Way 2 Zion[Intro: Culture (Cappadonna)]
+Speak wit I'm em, I'ma watch this
+Ah ah ah, Cappa, Cappa
+Keep ya head to the sky
+(Keep ya head to the sky)
+Keep ya head up
+(Some things might just change, right?
+Keep ya head to the sky)
+Ya hear?
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Keep ya head to the sky, not for a mystery God
+But times are hard, take a look around
+Poor people treat ya brother as a equal
+Snuffin to be found on the ground
+These ain't the faces of a clown
+We the meak, God bless us whenever I speak
+My job is to teach, even if I drink, sex on the beach
+My mind is still in reach
+Never too far away from the pains of today
+And I say, comin in, my brothers gotta pass away
+Before we come together and pray, God is the way
+One of my sisters ran astray, jail with my people is the long hallway
+I see it like the eyes of Kunta Kente, we all gon' pay
+Children away from judgement day
+I respect Jah Selaseai, some things money can't buy
+And I tell you no lie, keep ya head to the sky
+[Chorus]
+Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky
+Some things money just can't buy
+Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head up
+Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Only the flesh die, but the soul is forever
+I'm all for God, lovin the father, don't bother
+If you can't follow, mind's are hollow
+Never a thug, even though I sold drugs to survive
+It's all over, now I'm sober, I'm not a Roc-A-Fella or Jay-Hovah
+I'm just one soldier similar to P, I shed light
+G-O-D to the fullest, these thoughts are like bullets
+Hit you out the ordinary but don't worry
+I'm like the fort singin on the ferry
+The fairy Godfather from Park Hill
+Trynna to rip the face off a bill
+Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said
+I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information
+What out for Satan, waitin for you, hatin for you
+You a thug or a blood, get ya mine outta The Flood
+It's mine, I'ma flood, tryin to show y'all love
+I'm trynna rise above, ain't no time for crime
+These the bad days of time, under oath I can't lie
+And if I die, rhymes will spend you on right
+Be strong, keep ya head to the sky
+[Chorus]
+Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky
+Keep ya head to the sky (Whoa, whoa)
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Divine, I can see in ya mind
+Choppin wit ya mental, praises been due
+Thanks praise what I've been to, it's real
+Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal
+With God I'm survivin, it's not about drivin the Benz
+I got the ends, but I still need friends, so I can share my love
+Forget a club, brother push come to shove
+I'mma cry for my mother in the Hill, helped me to build
+On times are to ill, only she could make the black man chill
+Even not to steal, drivin through Park Hill
+Most of the time I was high, wildin for a small piece of the pie
+Me and Ghost sat down and ask ourselves why
+Did time in jail, when everythin else seemed to fail
+Most started the bail, it was hard to get the mail
+And separated from my seeds, now I'm tellin the tale
+Cuz in the fire I preceeded to burn
+Then my father bless me wit another turn
+He taught me to be more concerned
+Like a grandmother makin me learn
+At one sixty, that's how it it is
+It's not about show biz
+We deal in the orphanage, keep ya head to the sky
+[Outro: Cappadonna (Culture)]
+It's a privelage, keep ya head to the sky
+Keep ya head to the sky (Buck buck buck buck, whoa)
+Keep ya head to the sky (Why? Keep ya head to the sky)
+Keep ya head up (Whoa) Keep ya head to the sky
+(What? Buck buck buck buck buck)
+Jah Selaseai (Buck, you will make it)
+Keep ya head to the sky (You know you been
+Whoa, whoa, whoa, you been partyin
+You been eatin pork, keep ya head to the sky
+What? Whoa) Blood to see, we out
+(Whoa, whoa, whoa) Gods who respect
+(Whoa, you, whoa) Check it out
+(Buck buck buck buck) You know
+No hatred, no hatred, go head
+(You made it) Just keep ya head to the sky
+Keep ya head to the sky, keep ya head to the sky
+(Buck buck, whoa, whoa, whoa
+You know you made it, whoa
+Whoa, keep ya head up, whoa
+Keep ya head up high) YoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Growth & Development[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, yeah, summertime, New York City, stand up
+Staten Island, stand up, whoo, yeah, it's a beautiful thing
+Gotta bring the colors out now, I got the Nikes
+The new things, two bangers, shit is banging song
+Ah, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I'm in the hood once again, and I'm loving the vibe
+All my veteran muthafuckas, we be keeping it live
+Even down on G-Street, we be sick with the highs
+You niggas is growing up now, they slick with the five
+This kid got shot yesterday, Tamik died
+Yo, my projects is warm, but it's cold on the outside
+I'm still in the building, I live like I'm homeless
+Though I love my children, so we reunite once again
+I'm a lifeless feeling, yo, love for my fans, bring spiritual healing
+With the wisdom, to manifest the best, I feel blessed
+Living in the place where I call my rest
+Piss in the elevator, shit on the steps, help you appreciate your last breath
+What's up next? Call me collect
+Yo, Staten Island, Wu-Tang Forever and we paid our debt
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+As the night shine, and the people slept
+I came back in the game, I paid my respect
+Growth and development, bought me a check, yo, my mind is set
+As I sat by the window, and I find my texts
+Yo, my cab popped off, I got more assets
+And I love my seeds more than I cash my checks
+God save me... whoo... hook up with Don'
+[Hue Hefna]
+Dog, I'm from the same damn place where the Wu was built
+Where 2 Cent, Rakio and Boo Boo was killed
+Same hood where them crooked ass cops killed Kase
+And the judge don't do shit but smile in your face
+For the world, why should I, the only way I'mma get drafted
+Is by them baskets, playing ball til I die
+Temperature's, I rapped though, never had a jumpshot
+Fourteen years old, pro basing for one Glock
+Focus on the fortune and the fame, the glamour and the glitter
+Here now, I ain't joking with you lames
+The money was the first love in my life
+Fell in love with law, but look at Todd G like my wife
+Been a long time, I'm getting it right
+In a better position, an opportunity to better my life
+Freestyle, better off when I write
+I'm a lyricist, you one hitter quitter
+Like Whitney and Mike, the rebirth, now we getting it right
+Hue Hefna, Cappadonna, Q-Dini flow
+Spitting it right, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lahluga]
+Why them blind eyes think they can see, what's really happening?
+Build with the O.G.'s, Dini, Donna captain
+Y.G., Louie the God, swift and changable
+Dance with the wolves, but yet, we still remainable
+I rep peace, don't eat red meat, like beast
+When the beef's all over, still the truth be speak
+Put away the heat, teach on peace, move by feet
+Walk across the hot desert, your style is weak
+Number 7, old two step, that's what it do
+It's the hood classic, like a barbeque
+Misunderstood too, like the God son do
+Saying whose who, stay focused, but do you
+Even though I move different, I respect the Wu
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Away From the Door[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yo! Get away from the door
+Everybody get the fuck back
+Staten Island, stand up
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife
+I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right
+Sold crack for a living, now I could write
+Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice
+Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me
+I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me
+If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me
+Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain
+Crackheads goin' insane
+Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up
+Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up
+It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this?
+We came a long way, fuck cheaters
+We don't wanna bust the Heaterz
+No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah)
+Park Hill be the real niggas and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun)
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick
+Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
+Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
+Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
+I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
+On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
+Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style
+Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Why it gotta be like this
+Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggas carryin' ice picks
+Sometimes, niggas we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you
+Niggas throwin' up signs, niggas shipped to Bellview
+Son, don't let coke dog smell you
+Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you
+Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you
+I got caught up in the grind but I fell through
+Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you
+Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you..
+And this is dedicated to all my niggas in the ghetto
+Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto
+I'm in too deep and I just can't let go
+Catchin' my pain, real niggas that respect dough
+
+[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
+Enough of your bullshit, my niggas'll pull quick
+Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts
+Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid
+Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and
+I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's
+On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous
+Niggas should know by now, niggas should know my style
+Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!
+[Outro: Cappadonna, sample of Louis Farrakhan]
+It's my world!
+Fucked up, stick 'em, ugh
+2-4, Graveyard Shift
+The names and the faces have changed
+But the game, is still the same…EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bartender[Chorus 2X: Rush]
+Bar-ten-der, let me buy a round for all my ladies
+Bar-ten-der, let me see what's kickin' game can do
+
+[Rush]
+Yo, the first night I seen ya, I admit
+Girl you had a thug on some "i'mma buy ya shit"
+Mama, if you need spice, I can re ya up
+I can be your sugar daddy, ice a g and up
+Or I can be that lost love missing in ya past
+Or that tingle on your tongue dippin' in ya glass
+Sittin' like a billboard, modeling the kiss
+Buy a shot of crys', a bottle for your click
+Followed by the slide in the leather hummer seat
+Any words given to ya, promise I'mma keep
+I'mma stay a thug, any drama found
+Guaranteed to hold my momma down
+I can make ya wrist freeze quicker than a cop
+Lose me when your close, sick of when you're not
+Liquor in the drop, rubbers in the glove
+Bubbles in the tub, now show a nigga love
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I love it when I'm wit a fly chick
+Skin so pretty and an ass so thick
+I'm always in the club, I ain't worried bout shit
+Dipped on the regular, you see me with a bitch
+Even if I'm smoked out, I can't be scoped out
+Drink for the ladies when I pull my notes out
+Dressed in ya tight ass shit, the nipples is poked out
+Honeys lips was glossy, order the Henny's in the glasses that's frosty
+You never lost me, I was crushing them other hoes, what you expect?
+When you see me at shows, cracking mad bottles of Mo'
+See act cobra, she really freaky
+She look good, but she really sneaky
+Hit 'em with the apple martini, that's creepy
+Until she gets sleepy, that's my agenda
+Aiyo, bartender, order a round for the hoes that's going down
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Rush]
+Yo, now the question at hand, is, can I be ya man
+Take you to the beach, have sex in the sand
+The body should be banned with ya honey glow and tan
+If time is money, honey, you're worth a gram
+See I can make you love me, love me long time
+Can my tongue tangeray, and how I bump and grind
+The pleasure's all mine, forever and a day
+My foreplay is like a torpe', when I jay
+Fiesta, you got the look, I wanna know better
+Bartender, every one Henny and Amaretto
+On the house, cuz this could be my future spouse
+Got me cheesing the cheese, like the cat and mouse
+But no doubt, I get the job done like Big Daddy
+And we can both gangsta lean in mean caddy
+Cuz you'se a fatty, and I'mma fill ya cup
+Cuz I wanna sex you up
+
+[Chorus 4X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+One Night Love Affair[Intro: Cappadonna]
+What's up, now, write a love song
+
+[Cappadonna]
+The first time I saw you, it was love at first sight
+No DJ, the crowds or the cordless nights
+It was just me, I stood in front of you with the ice
+You had rooms at the hotel, I asked you the price
+You smiled at me, it was ever so bright
+I got your name and your number, called you the same night
+Me and this other chick, we're just having a fight
+You said hit you up whenever, you can make things alright
+We hit the club out in Towsden, Yellowman performing
+I held your hand tight, made your feelings start pouring
+Every hour's incredible, not a minute was boring
+That's what I like to do when I ain't out there touring
+
+[Chorus: female singer]
+Babe I hope you're calling me, tonight
+I wanna be with you, oh yeah, hey baby
+I just wanna lay with you tonight
+I wanna be with you, alright, hey baby
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Girl, I'm all caught up in a one night love affair
+But I be acting like ya'll don't care
+And no matter where you at girl, I'm always trying to be there
+Creep with you, even if it's only for the weekend
+Down in Baltimore, the fly spot eating
+Sometimes we be together just talking that love shit
+Like when I meet chicks at the club and shit
+It's not the same, I crush those hoes, I ain't playing games
+Cuz I don't want niggas to know that we on the low
+Sex on the roof, sex at the most
+Sippin' on Mo', you know you love how Original flow
+We caught up in a one night love, and I can't let go
+[Chorus]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+You might see me in the mall scoring
+Butter Pecan Ricans, with the fly Chocolate Deluxe
+Money ain't a thing, I might still spend a few bucks
+But you know Don, I wanna crush til the sun come up
+Breakfast on the beach, baby, the eggs all done up
+Hold you by the waist, while I suck your whole tongue up
+I'm caught up in a one night love, all strung up
+I might run after the chicks, sometimes it just wait
+Chill at the crib, and take 'em out for a date
+Keep it on the hush, and whatever we do, girl
+It's all between us, we got a good understanding
+We don't need trust, we laugh, you tell jokes, sparking a Dutch
+
+[female singer]
+Oh, love be, so special, so let's make love tonight
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Season of Da’ Vick[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Season of Da' Vick...
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, Tim and 'em, yeah Tim from Down South
+Came to see what ya'll niggas, was talkin' about
+So yo, stop all the ego trippin'
+Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it
+The analog rapper start riftin'
+Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen
+Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin'
+Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin'
+Three chicks walked across the street switchin'
+You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition
+Don' came around the block with the deep dish in
+This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin'
+Runnin' fast like in a flick, he start slippin'
+I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin' (bong bong)
+Big Tim and 'em from Down South was flippin'
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin' on?
+Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
+The streets is still watching...
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+I'm a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga
+You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga
+Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga
+We came that liquor
+Weed, digi and cars we just that particular
+Put down ya darts it the extracurricular
+Poppy Wardrobe King, I'm thinkin' bout stickin' ya
+Wherever ya ho be at, I'mma stick my dick in her
+Bust ya guns off if you love how I'm gettin' ya
+Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular
+Me and my force, we gettin' nothin' but redicular
+Fuck Beans, none of ya'll niggas can get with us
+[Verse 3: Lounge Mode]
+Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains
+Like guns, like M-1’s and nice change
+When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name
+Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang
+See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain
+Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang
+And I was brought up to, respect my elders
+Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder
+A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig
+Respect my moms and respect my kids
+Cuz if you don't, then I got to disrespect ya crib
+And have me doin' hect', come and tech ya wig
+Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke
+'Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes
+Bandana on my wrists, but I ain't claimin' no set
+Got mad sets to lay without goin' for broke
+I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep
+Cop that yae shit and come down, I'm back on the street
+Feelin' the vibe, fuckin' with Lounge, I'll kill for five
+And if you'se a bad boy, I'm killin' ya pride
+Two in the five, push like eight in ya side
+Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yo, yo, fuck is goin' on?
+Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
+Season of Da' Vick, season of Da' Vick...
+Yeah, muthafucka...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+If it’s Alright With You (Park Hill) Pt. 2[Intro: U-God (Cappadonna)]
+Got shit, man... yeah... (yeah) What you want me to do?
+(Park Hill Projects, in effect
+Smackin' ya'll with the mic check
+Big Donna Jaybird, from around the way
+Straight up and down, check it)
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe King
+Splash a technique, every time I speak is sweet
+Do my thing official, be on the block with Blue
+Lampin', like a lamp post, playin' my post
+Donna begotten, 160 Park Hill, 36 rotten chambers of hell
+Yeah, it ain't hard to tell
+Acapell' drippin', it's the all time great
+Flippin', just to give ya'll the best on tape
+Check it, every morning when I wake up for breakfast
+I be thinking, what's gonna be my next shit
+Pop out the woodworks, gifted with the art
+Watch out for Don', let me shoot my dart
+
+[U-God]
+Water buffalo rhino, Staten Island, Verrazano
+Shake the ground decent like, three sticks of dyno'
+Damn, I'm nice, brought it right, fight back with tight grip
+Weed burst, the mic scar, ice packs and ice pick
+Fraudulent, sword swingers, door ringers
+My top style's the Moscow, I'm Stone Finger
+Exercise gun lip, message of a wreckage
+Fifty shell hot track, leakin' out the Lexus
+Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg bolders
+Cold Shop of Horror lyrics smokin' in my hosters
+Whippin' board, lingo 'Tang, hurricane, the holla
+Daily operation, bullet train, 'Tang off barber
+Eight seconds of horror style, wild buccaneer
+Round table revolving, on ten musketeers
+Think you, got all the riches, think you, polly with bitches
+You can run the fuck up on it, gotten with the kitchens, now
+[Cappadonna]
+The shit that I be writing, is hype and plus that
+The same muthafucka from the Island of Stat'
+Got you trapped inside flavor, locked down inside sound
+P.R.K. Tical, Masta K, the pronoun
+From the lost and found village, it's the rap Jesus Christ
+Pinned upon a record, mic nailed inside my right
+It's who, I the vessel, chosen, the rap slogan
+Walk up out the throne, black royal to be fockin'
+For outcome or ever, when words are put together
+Dug deep inside your mind, like new Donna did the treasure
+The map of Staten Island, X marks the Park Hill
+Fuck you with the skill, Donna business before pleasure
+Niggas out for Donna, then they wig gotta be measure
+For guillotine, routine, you heard and never seen
+Bloody mass murder, situation unclean
+When I blindfold your rhythm, ducktape around the microphone
+Wigs are getting pushed back, heads are gettin' flown
+Screams and yells, niggas is thirsty for acapells
+I meditate, coordination spark you like a jew-el
+When I show articulation, you format a rap status
+Man show articulation, those who violate the grain
+Is gonna meet the amputation, mind state minister
+Black Killa Hill Nation, father of Staten Island
+Bet the rock, nomination, down before the street
+And I ain't got no invitation to a Wu-Tang concert
+Killa Bee cookout, all praises due
+When I take my rap book out, I'm representing
+For all my Staten Island niggas
+From RZA Rah, all the way down to minor figures
+Stapleton, Now Born, West Brighton, the Harbor
+Peace to Method Man and my dunn, Dizzy the BarberEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Know[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
+Aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, aha-uh-uh-uh-ah, wassup?
+Wu-Tang, So So Def thang
+I know y’all ready for dat
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We know the game, like we know time
+We know biz, like we know crime
+We know a TECH, like we know a dime
+We know fat, like we know wack
+And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+This years money and thug affiliation
+Wu-Tang Clan, Dupri colabiration
+AT ya'll?, New York, real live creation
+No busters, niggah what no imitations
+If one things not for cash and gold rings
+It's real shit you can feel shit, no basin'
+Hot bitches are rich, plenty ass chasin'
+This be that bomb shit, stop player hatin
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We know the game, like we know time
+We know biz, like we know crime
+We know a TECH, like we know a dime
+We know fat, like we know wack
+And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know
+We know bad, like we know good
+We know the wold, like we know the hood
+We know young, like we know old
+We know platinum, like we know gold
+And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know
+[Verse 2: Da Brat]
+We know how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
+Ya'll wanna get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to pressno
+Get fucked up, can't you tell by the way I talk
+It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
+(queen when I crock?), pop any nigga like, red (buck?)
+I like sexiest crop more than ever, no mather how you wait, n' I seen us pray
+And when I slay niggas, I brutally burn 'em
+I turn them into church goers, then they'll die by serving?
+Pray for all ya, run for cover, When a disaster is behind us
+On the lose like mine and passing others?
+Dust, cuz we dont give a fuck about him
+Were's the blunts, we can't live without 'em
+We know how to get the money and hussle, we know
+How to split a nigga dawg, for fucking over they're dough
+We know, not to let a motherfucker get to close
+Cuz in this world we know, there ain't shit free so why work nigga?
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We know the game, like we know time
+We know biz, like we know crime
+We know a TECH, like we know a dime
+We know fat, like we know wack
+And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know
+We know bad, like we know good
+We know the wold, like we know the hood
+We know young, like we know old
+We know platinum, like we know gold
+And how to get the fat dough—we know, we know
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna + Da Brat]
+We know this trouble, like we know hoes
+We know the style, like we know clothes
+We count bank, can we get dough
+What? Money and fast cars
+We can't let it go, Dupri and cappadonna kid
+We got the flow, shot callers
+Ya better be low, so what's on player?
+Your money with the Wu, it's all about paper
+What the fuck you wanna do, champagne all night
+We know the Streets, like we know heat
+We know what's right, like we love ice
+We know what's ill, like we're getting bills
+What? know what's love, like it's love is love
+Push, come the shove
+(What's ya'll gonna go with this shit?)
+Yeah, player—it's the Wu
+Four of us buyers, money on the label (Yeah)
+No fucking around, Gats on the table
+Getting money for life, That's how you say it's stable (Uh huh)
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+We know the game, like we know time
+We know biz, like we know crime
+We know a TECH, like we know a dime
+We know fat, like we know wack
+And how to make a dope stack—we know, we know
+We know bad, like we know good
+We know the wold, like we know the hood
+We know young, like we know old
+We know platinum, like we know gold
+And how to get the fat dough—we know, we knowEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Grungy[Cappadonna]
+Yo, Check it out yall, Yeah
+And you don't quit, Yeah, I keep rocking on
+Keep rocking that shit till the crowd is gone
+Poppi Wardrobe King, The suits and ties
+The connect down in Baltimore, Pounds and pies
+Bids in the city jail, Plus the state bids
+Child support wars, Crazy kids
+Cab driver with the black Range, Better Life nigga
+Theodore Unit, Down with Trife nigga
+You might see me in the hood chilling with a white nigga
+Pushing something big with a tight insignia
+I'm a Wu-Tang reject, Special Ed with the pen
+Tore Tokyo down, Got my yen
+Disappear off albums and I fade off pictures
+Always getting stuck with these stink ass bitches
+Mad styles, Niggas is jealous
+Jumping all on my dick like a frank with relish
+I bleed pellets, Spit sperattic
+Crack a nigga cabbage open, Leave you stroke'n on the mic
+Darts lop sided and broken, Niggas is Hoboken
+Soho, Hoiten, Skimahorns at the top of they head
+I'm the last one to get that bread
+Jay Bird, Bags of herb, Coke, Crack, Dust
+Back of the bus, Back out of the cuffs
+Back in your wifie's butt
+Six-three ACG's, Valor's and stuff
+Keep grinding til my head hurts, Tours is ruff
+Whores never get enough of the team
+You better protect that neck motherfucker when you get that CREAM
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Ayo, My turban is tight like, Selassie I the first
+Better yet like Sizzler Calungy
+I grab the mics and then I bungy
+A lot of yall niggas ain't grungy
+
+[G-Clef Da Mad Komposa]
+One, Two, Yo Cap my style is crusty, Like Sicilian pie square sliced
+Understanding Power God Muslim, Son I'm nice
+I left my kufi in your cab, Here's your turban
+This is my philosophy like I sample Weldon Irving
+Rappers know that wack compared to King Solomon
+Not grundy, I more grungy then an age infected dungy
+All we got in common, Venus, Birth, And methodology
+Giving all you dumb thugs a model for your psychology
+World traveler, Cryptic script unraveler
+The predictor, A Psalmist, A dead rapper embalmist
+Joe Cotton, My tongue's symbolic to a dagger
+Jay Bird you built a house that sheltered many of swagger
+A lot of these cats they lack the pain in they voice
+The fuck you been through, Yeah I was homeless, And Planetless
+But never ever poemless, Or talentless
+I made a compact with God to expose your cowardness
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Adams & Eve[Verse 1:] [Capadonna]
+I’m kill this track
+Like you violated the family
+I rock off of any beat
+These rappers not jammin me
+Do it like the Indian, guerilla or animal
+No matter what you pull out
+I’m still going handle you
+Plot and planned on me
+I’m harder to fade
+Mosh ink and mark go
+With the sharp flow
+I'll T bomb everything
+Like last soap and weasel
+Avenue crew shit, niggas got diesel
+I’m charged up
+All of my hoops is in the house
+Groupies wanna crush
+Play mad junk, get knocked up
+They get you locked up
+Might be up in the gym
+But yo i’m never stuck
+I tell the truth and i shame the devil
+Yeah
+And keep an insane watch
+With a crazy bezel
+Cause the time is now
+And I gotta stay ghetto so when I leave
+Everybody know I was sterile
+Bomp, bomp
+Gotta represent you
+[Verse 2:] [WonderWoman]
+Intoxicating
+The state that I leave you in
+I’m like a hallucinogen
+That rub I put you in
+Every bar, every verse that I hit you with
+Depicts a lyrist so extensive and proficient
+Yes I’m coming with that street shit
+Realistic
+O intense my heat text is 101
+As vocalists is dawning
+Melting tracks like hot wax
+Plastic and molten lava
+My mental revolver
+Turning a glutton into a starver
+Better check that 36 chamber
+Leaving cynics in the mental clinic
+Have your thoughts rearranged
+And reversing stereotypes
+Yes it’s a dangerous combination
+No need for further explanation
+Ain’t nobody got time for smiling and faces
+Portraying roles that’s going place em
+We about to settle these cases
+Motherfuckers be on the lookout
+For a nigga with black hair
+[Verse 3:] [Capadonna]
+You can never keep a good man down
+And my flows unstoppable
+I step on any obstacle
+I keep boppin it
+I shoot from the top of the stoop
+Drivin the booth
+Hoppin the coop
+Take a break or shoppin’ it too
+Coppin a suit
+Knockin the booth nigga
+We killin everything
+Like we coppin a shoot
+Rot epinephrine
+With eyes that cut 10
+Niggas betta run
+I’m bout to turn into a nutso
+Keep wildin’ out
+There will never be enough
+I got the new york fitted on
+Dutch is green
+White t-shirt, act, levi jeans
+Popin wardrobe
+To all ma niggas that ride doe
+Clean as a in [?]
+Deemin respect
+Hyenas invest
+My team is the best
+We beat it to death
+Yea motherfucker
+I be feenin for meth
+Cleanin everything like
+I’m cleanin the tech
+Me and my niggas come thru
+Like we genies in rap
+[Verse 4:] [Amar Divine]
+Feel like a thousand days
+A thousand nights
+Could write a 30 set collection
+Tribulations of life
+A mello-drama drama
+Mellow cause I stay with marijuana
+Semicolon, comma
+Pause that consult the lama its deep
+Coordinates is seldomly reached
+Beyond you mediocre thinking
+Intellectual geeks
+No describing these streets
+Explanation on my custom
+Yo liposuction, titty implants and cell abduction
+Don’t be cloning it
+You want the sperm out ma dick
+We do arithmetic
+Figure this shit
+Dominant, you recessive
+Stressing cause my flavors impressive
+The rest is only the ingredients to why your oppressive
+
+[Verse 5:] [Solomon Childs]
+I’m Blake Griffin in the optimum
+Ain’t no saving them
+Grizzly winters and summers
+Dead bodies in the hummers
+Shooting at the undercovers
+Why my brother wayne on nightline
+Fifty babies round my way dying
+Two to the head, one to the spine, jeft at the crime
+But I did the time, I ain’t give the feds no answers
+Runnin with niggas, that smuggle brick in da bra
+As well as their grandmama’s pampers
+Will kill your girl’s sister’s boyfriend like a [?]
+[?] suin in them red socks
+You no rasta cause you got dreadlocks
+Orange juice, moscato, moet, rasta boy
+Blowin that stick wiz kalifa, duckin the reefer
+In the six series, playin in the [?]
+Bumpin in that [?] murder inc Gadafi
+Capadonna street dreamer Monopoly
+The revolver is a bad bitch, Nicky swayze
+Shot with snow bunnies
+In the pum pum jeans shorts
+Daisy, coming out of baisley
+Surfing that osca pollo like them donnias
+And get them desert eagle red sonias
+It’s my time nigga word to gano, gone yo
+
+[Sample]
+Get that
+With ma lyric impact capadonna
+[x4]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Stories[Cappadonna]
+Little Mike with the big head, He used to come around
+Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed
+He wore them all red outfits, His color was red
+Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne
+Nose always running cause he sniffed cocaine
+He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck
+On some South Shore shit, Like they ain't give a fuck
+Now I ain't supposed to tell yall they sell guns round here
+That cripple made dudes, And some got diarrhea
+Jugs on every block but we live out here
+And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, And Pop
+Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks
+Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box
+Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox
+See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops
+Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot
+Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun
+Or get caught with that shit then you fucked up son
+
+[JoJo Pellegrino]
+Ayo, This one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique
+My G's from Gee Street, Stack G's on some G shit
+Narcs are circling sharks, Them Gee Street dicks
+Five bucks fills the Dutch, Them Gee Street Knicks
+Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits
+Yo, I smells a, Someone a Gee Street snitch
+Son slandered my name on that Gee Street strip
+Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique
+Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very hype
+But every night the block smell like chicken on the grill
+You ain't chef'n hard for real, You had ten grams B.C
+Before cooked, You wound up getting seven on your scale
+You shook, Stuck like the elevator doors
+Stoned like Scram, Leathafase and Kawz, What
+[3rd Diglah]
+Yeah, Yo you's a lame bitch
+Claiming you thing, You sang snitch
+Meanwhile meet with the Marshall pointing at named pics
+Your street credibility's shaky now
+You better relocate before them hood dudes eat your face
+But it seems you ready to meet your fate
+So I'ma guess that you ready to die, On some Carlito's Way
+So now you back on the ave, Two-five in the stash
+Looking for someone to blast, So you can see your grave
+Can't make no money now, Everybody's acting foul
+It's all cause you didn't have no money for trial
+We're not done yet, You see your way
+And yet you got gagged and hog tied, Corn chip
+You a Frito Lay, You better move out quick yo
+Leave those trays, And get snitching out your life son
+True G's don't strayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Cap Is Back[Intro: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+Guess who's back?
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back
+And the bitches in the club said Cap is back
+I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back
+And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I don't have to tell y'all niggas how it is in Da Struggle
+Police chasin' me down, niggas start to bubble
+Cracks and Blood niggas in the huddle
+It's rainin' cats and dogs, and kids in the puddles
+We still in the game like Poppy, Chad and P-Double
+Hard-headed niggas causin' the trouble
+Stank-ho niggas wanna see niggas behind the bubble
+So they could start fuckin' ya man
+Space Invadin' ass niggas takin' up land
+Tryin' to understand my ill pain
+No matter what you do I'mma still gain in Da Struggle
+(Fuck you, double, niggas shoot dope in the game
+This shit is serious)
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back
+And the bitches in the club said Cap is back
+I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back
+And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, it's not a game
+You play chess with life, end up in the flame
+Y'all snakes is five dollars and I'm about to make change
+Out of devious chicks and niggas that lack brains
+I'm on a whole 'nother level, kid feel me
+Yeah, nigga, it's the real me
+The project roaches, hoodrats, the broke TV
+You can't see me
+And let it be known that, any pretty ass chicks, nigga? I want that
+Voodoo ass bitches get thrown back
+You can't dethrown Cap
+Stay focused on the regular
+Be in the Hoopty with a shorty on the cellular
+Lovin' my project like Nelson Mandella
+Or the church love Christ, just pass the paper
+Everything be alright, from Da Struggle
+(Uh-huh, you two faced motherfuckers)
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back
+And the bitches in the club said Cap is back
+I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back
+And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Y'all don't like me and I don't like none of y'all niggas
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+You don't have to ask twice, I'm still in the Hill
+Been all around the world, it's hard to pay bills
+What you think? That Da Stuggle ain't real?
+Rappers don't murder shit, niggas won't get killed?
+You just a baby on an E. pill
+And I'm ill with the skill
+Shake the po-po off me
+Runnin' fuckin' the ho's, fuck how y'all niggas feel
+I'm too official
+Any time, nigga, I could come get you
+You shook while you got sickle
+Brothers amongst brothers
+Stay to make babies but they not wit you
+Bleed with you, they snitch for the police too
+Reptiles in the Benzo
+The come adept, what they still do to ya clit
+Struggle with this
+
+[Interlude: Lounge Mode, Cappadonna]
+C'mon, c'mon
+Y'all comin' real fast, push the love, I'm killin' you
+To all y'all niggas out there, yeah
+Go with y'all man, go with y'all
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, I thought I told y'all before that Cap is back
+And the bitches in the club said Cap is back
+I got them thugs over there that said Cap is back
+And them Bloods over there who said Cap is back
+[Outro: Cappadonna, Lounge Mode]
+Right in ya balloon you two-faced bitch
+Right in ya balloon, we got Skeero with us
+Yeah, I used to love y'all niggas
+Skeero is wit us man, yo, how ever y'all wan' do it man
+Now when I see you… When I see you
+I see you, you could be me man ain't nothin' man
+Niggas speak in codes
+It's right hereEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Broken Glass[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Shake 'em... post up.. (move... yeah)
+Hold that nigga..
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+It's like a snake bites the flesh, I damage and leave the poison
+Ruckus in the Square, it's me who brought the noise in
+The vocab killa, usin' my words like matches
+Settin' fire to the jam like Backdraft & Hellfire
+Latches, start to unlock when I rock
+You with the ready rock, hip hop feels the block
+You can't stop, bouncin' and movin'
+Cuz I walk these dogs like I'm righteous
+Buildin' in the cypher with twelve Gods
+People from all over flood the street like cars
+To hear the drama, who's that spectucular rhymer?
+It's me: C-A-P-P-A, D, double E
+Cappadon' brings the shit from cross the sea
+With the laid back style that pump inside the Porsche
+If this was the Olympics, I be holdin' the torch
+With the phat golden 'dallion hangin' down from my neck
+We the slang prostitution get the dookie respect
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, talkin' bout, get that money up
+Birth of Don'... what up Rae? What up Ghost?
+Look at this..
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+I'm a lyrical arson, my technique is awesome
+Verbal murderer darts and suttle the beat metamorphis
+Step into my office, I torch this, for chips I cost this
+More hits, no water hits, unrecord this
+I swing a sword quick, original Don' for hire
+I attack microphones and set 'em on fire
+Welcome to my environment of ill vocal attire
+Pass the wire, it's the twelve o'clock rock
+That makes the hip hop beats, dart armanilla
+Straight Killa Hilla, ol' school joints and Miller
+Baggy jeans, the gun-gums vest in the dumb-dumbs
+Come on my team pick corns and we rump-a-pump-pump
+Coins, and we dumb-dumbs be Donna Goines and my niggas
+No feds, easy on the pictures (come on now)
+Watch everything and search those bitches
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+See you, word up
+We don't get no prop-love
+Rump-a-pump-pump-pump
+Come on, can I say it?
+Pass the tape, get the fuck up
+What, what, Homicide, S.I
+What, baby? The hustle... come on
+Surrender! Move, haha, grab 'em, what's really good?
+You fuckin' faggots!
+I tried to tell ya niggas, we won't be opressed no more..
+We ain't takin' it, nigga, this shit is real!
+This album right here is called "The Struggle"
+Don't forget! It's my fuckin' word..
+2003, slash, Code:Red, nigga! *three gun shots*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Three Knives[Intro: Cappadonna, (3rd Diglah)]
+Let's mosey. (Yeah, Yo)
+
+[3rd Diglah]
+See me son, I'm secular rap, I'm second to none
+They call me 3rd Diglah, Respect me dun
+It's been a long time coming but I'm here now
+Make way I got no time for your funny style
+Fake ways, Jake prey on us but we duck down, Stay low
+Gats don't sit in the pocket money, Cause they blow
+Aaaa-Ohh, Who got a problem with mouth and they go
+Keep talking rip you apart, Like you was Legos
+I tangle for the cash my flash is something furious
+Yea-Yo is the path, I get cash for rapping serious
+Stay low with the crabs while my swag keep cabbies curious
+I'm smacking on these fags and the game envy is serious
+Me and my camp low, Move out like a stamp go
+All around the World and I-yi-yi-yi, I spit that gat flow
+
+[Lounge Lo]
+Nobody never told you how I be the building
+And burning piff with my niggas and a couple of children
+Getting gwap, Tryna stack my cheese, Nigga please
+This is fairy boat Lo, That be shooting the breeze
+You know my O-U-T fit nice on, My boys they whyle out
+And blam when they lifting they right arm
+All up in the ghetto in night bombs, I right wrongs
+I'm House Gang just like an urban icon
+Catch me on a bus with my chain and my ice on
+I'm looking real yes like I'm getting my fight on
+I'm nine-eleven, Who be throwing them pipe bombs
+A nigga from the Stat that be making his rights wrong
+You know the kid hard, Never do light songs
+I roll with the Stones but on the road them white cons
+Lingerer zoo part two with a nice blonde
+Fuck around say something, You end up your life's gone
+[Cappadonna]
+New York City, Power-ffinalia
+We come through where the feds'll tell ya
+We the largest rap group that ever lived
+Shaolin for the kids
+Round house, Black belts, And beards
+Verrazano Bridge talk, Moon walk
+Thrity-six clips of hard shit, Hard bricks
+New York City and Shaolin, Niggas'll get hit with hard licks
+Throw your towel in, Five niggas whyle'n
+Nigga we keep on style'n, Cut em up into a half a gallon
+More money, More murder, It's the beat swerver
+Diglah with the fly handle, I break beats down and I dismantle
+Anyone of yall niggas'll get shot, My mic is the Glock
+Words'll pop in your head like various speed knots
+Come on with it, Come on get it, Long did-ick
+Cappadon of the fat outfits, crazy fitted
+Straight Park Hill, Bark is ill, Sparkling grill
+Niggas with the hood shit, Taste the skill
+Shaolin slash Wu-Tang, Darts'll bang
+Never forget where you come from, Respect my game
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yo let's move, We gotta be out, oneEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Walk With Me[Cappadonna]
+Excuse me over there, with the high heel shoes
+You looking real good, you got me in the mood
+I'm trying to be nice, not trying to be rude
+You could ask anybody, I'm a hell of a dude
+But anyway, baby, I love your skirt
+We can exchange numbers, that won't hurt
+I'm from the hood, but I don't hang around with dirt
+You might see me on a Sunday, going to church
+Come on girl
+
+[Chorus: Skinslaya]
+You're the kind of girl, I've been looking for
+I don't think I have to look anymore
+Walk with me, talk with me
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Look baby, all I really see is a queen
+Don't walk away from me and be all mean
+Like one of those chicks with low self esteem
+Too much drama, smoke all that green
+I used to be the move, but I'm older now
+Attracted to a woman with a certain style
+And you look like, something that could meet my Earth
+For real though, something tell me this could work
+Come on girl
+[Chorus]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+My love, you're like a dime that I saw in a vision
+I stopped you, baby, I'm a good decision
+Walk with me, learn how my ways are humble
+Anybody mess with you, I'm ready to rumble
+I peep love in your aura, mine's a match
+A lot of dudes hurt you before, but they ain't Cap
+However you lost, love, I'mma bring you back
+I'm telling you, Don where the love is that
+Walk with me, come on girl
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Skinslaya]
+Walk with me, talk with me
+Walk with me, talk with me
+Walk with me, talk with me
+Walk with me, talk with meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Vibes Cartel[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+You heard other raps before, but kept waitin'
+A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan
+I'm still debatin' whether I should build or destroy
+What the Earth keep on shakin'
+I'mma keep on makin'
+Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement
+There's no replacement from a slew of great men
+I'm about to break in
+Damage every snake and Gin, you can't win
+I'm the truth, you a fake friend
+Realness against falsehood, do it again
+Get money, work hard, don't become a victim
+Mind your own sick wisdom
+Study math, get your friend some
+Never quit 'till you get done
+God over fiction, this is my addiction
+Anytime, homie, I'm about to spit somethin'
+Traded crack for rap, and I'm a rich sucka
+J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts
+Through your mind, body and soul
+Let it be told I ain't nothin' to play around with
+Baby, I get down quick
+Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss
+I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss
+[Verse 2: Wonda Women]
+Send in the stunt doubles
+I have no time for the petty, little power struggles
+No time to tussle
+I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground
+Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down
+Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused
+When I come around
+They say it's business, never personal
+Balance the scale, tell me what's the worse of the two?
+This industry's unjust and corrupt
+Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts
+Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust
+It's blasphemous, let the church say "amen"
+Keep repentin' your sins
+Say a few Hail Mary's, turn around, and do it all again
+Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win
+
+[Verse 3: Desert Eagle]
+Yeah, they call me the black [?] boy, boy
+No, it's not a game, not playin' with no toys
+Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise
+My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore
+A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch
+Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts
+Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch
+Let's take him to the building to get these packs off
+In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk
+Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off
+The V82, better tell 'em that crack course
+The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss
+A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off
+Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg
+A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off
+Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg
+[Verse 4: King Magnetic]
+Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought
+Iron respectin' for all, I'm straight checkin' your hog
+Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart
+We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog
+No instrument, so-called [?]
+No cold incidents, no more [?]
+Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge
+Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads
+S.O.S., that shit's beef
+Turn [?] and miss me
+Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years
+All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D's and OG's that sip beer
+Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough
+And I'mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up
+Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies
+So if you don't do the math then you learn trickonometryEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Da Vorzon[Cappadonna]
+I came up from a tough time, now I'm finally back
+I got love in my heart and I changed my rap
+I don't worry about dudes talk behind my back
+Because I'm good with the music and I love the track
+It's me, it's big Don and I'm so full of life
+Still praying for the day that God give me a mic
+I pray each and every day and I pray at night
+I got music in my soul and I love to write
+While brothers kick dirt on name, just for spite
+I do what God tell me to do, shine my light
+Ya'll suffer for mad years, been beat wit many stripes
+I know what the ghetto like, tears cover my face to the sample of the pain
+I inherited the streets like crack cocaine
+All the while, yo I kept surviving it, money
+Stand away from the knucklehead niggas and dummies
+And still mama love me back
+And I ain't perfect, but I was blessed wit a good heart
+I know how to work it, face it
+Most of ya'll gon' die over money
+While I'm laid back chilling, where it's nice and sunny
+Now check it, I ain't the type to hang with the crowd
+You might see me at the spot where the music is loud
+Classic R&B, a little jazz, spoken word
+Posted on the sideline wit a crazy bird
+Trying to take my mind off of the herb
+I sip fine wine, when I was young, I used to do mad crime
+Now daddy's all grown up, yo, and time is precious
+I reflect back on my seeds and all of my records
+Feed my family with this shit, they gotta respect it
+You gotta love me or leave me alone, there's no half stepping
+I grew up and I found out, the mind is a powerful weapon, and love is the message
+So ya'll can stop fronting on me, you too far in the game
+For ya'll to keep stunting on me, Cappadonna the first fruit
+Straight outta God mansion, never stuck in '86, I deal wit enhancement
+Brothers make music and they steal my advancements
+Cock suckers sit in a circle, watch me rap
+Ya'll niggas don't owe me shit, but I'mma pay ya'll back
+[Chorus 2X: 3rd Diglah]
+To all my real niggas, this is real hip hop
+And my niggas locked up, that sell that crack
+Get ya mind right, get this track
+To all my niggas that bust they gat, nigga, brat-brat-brat
+
+[Lounge Lo]
+I said the last time I stepped in the booth, I had the deuce wit me
+Told niggas, send the shit down, because he shoots wit me
+I'm in the building where them niggas, they pump hard
+And give money, if cops come, yeah, and they run hard
+Right where the stash at, yeah, I'mma blast back
+I'm so old school, dope bomb in my ass crack
+I left the past and the present, I'm past that
+I told you my publishing is sitting on ASCAP
+Fuck you, boy, take a walk and go ask Cap
+And I be lingering, just where the cars be
+And doing my numbers at a show where the stars be
+Representing my hood, the good boogah get burnt out
+And bitches called Sugar get turned out
+Bring your hammer, the finger blam like Yosemite Sam
+And if I can't get you, my Stone'll give me your man
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Mine 2005[King Just]
+I'm like the phantom of the opera, last of the lobsters
+The trees from the rasta, the smoke at the Oscars
+Blaze at the Emmy, yo fuck the nominees
+Starving artist, nigga, who spittin' rhymes like these
+Please show me, youse a nigga 'pared to Kobe
+Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bevery Hills, ask a foley
+Fast or slowly, I leave your shirt holy
+Or push a 500 like co-d, life acapulc-ky
+Now ya'll niggas playing low key
+Be the fake baller, and that pussy broad owe me
+Rap trophy, got it, in every fucking lobby
+Hit you up, my product, and we gotta split the profit
+Put a record out, and I'mma stop it
+West in the bank, I got it, KJ drop
+Nigga cop it, I ain't got too much more to tell you
+Bring ya Rambo life to Park Hill gun play
+Act gay with features, and your punch lines
+You want, permanent punch time from Optimus Shine
+We the guidelines, promatic, calling you back
+And let the world know, who taught you how to rap, you hear that?
+
+[Money Grip]
+One, two, three-in, lump out your chair
+Three, five, seven, me'll leave out your hair
+It's no use, call the cops nigga, know it's loose
+All I'm leaving them is pulp, playing no juice
+Empty out the safe, and it's condiments
+Nine caught 'em til, sun light shine through 'em
+Son school 'em, I order more rounds for ya
+Oreo's with a little short sound for ya
+Excuse you, why you steppin' to the don, for?
+Gat palm, crack longer than an encore
+Free and bust, try to indict, me and Crush
+Cheese cops, cuz I'm in oh-deep, got
+Comcast, love the way I harm tracks
+Put you out there, know we got contacts
+Cap peeled, tell me how that blast feel
+That steel, got 'em laying in his last meal
+Bezzy, vest make me look top heavy
+Don't wonder on the war, you are not ready
+Listen how I abuse tune, leave a body in ya backpack
+It's gotta be a boom-boom
+[Real Life]
+Mr. John Machanro, pass the dough with a fast flow
+Fidel Castro, with the lasso, roppin' you 'victs
+It's portable, sick of the Source, I'm rip 'em off
+From long range, scum stains on your corpse
+Fear, now get in, where I fit in, stay fitted
+Real Life means real living, Any Give Sunday
+It's a gun day, one way
+I'mma pay ya all back someday, dum dums spray
+I can walk the walk, and talk the talk
+Fifteen downs in the State of New York
+Fucking ya whores, ya'll here suck on tour
+I'll be waiting down south with a nine into your bulge
+Rhymes pour, since alotta shit change in the game
+I'mma re-arrange, mask style, things ain't
+Gon' be the same, Homicide range
+Real Life, nigga, respect my name
+
+[Rush]
+Yo, only the strong survive in this wild world of raps
+Where pussy cats bunt for my rockwell raps
+You can't hack this criminal style of combat
+That came through, got 'em and drew on horseback
+Raw hide's the way I rip guys, and then slide
+Roll up and snatch yo shine, like it's mine
+Yo this mine, nigga, like the thoughts from my mind
+Slid your river side, like the crimson tide
+You out your line of scrimmage, I'm blind to your image
+Bust nuts on yo hype, all night til I'm finished
+This not what we finished, I hold the world record
+For knocking off eight M.C.'s in twelve seconds
+You flirting with a loaded weapon, that splittling backs
+Like a mack eleven, while you blastin' yo gats at heaven
+I'm living like you owe me something, but really
+You don't owe me nothing, I'm taking everything coming
+Call me selfish, and I leave you helpless
+Rotate two, and predict your pelvis
+I smell shell, hit these rap niggas out there
+Sniffin' in my kitchen like it's cooty in the air
+You'll find nothing here but, hard rock niggas
+Hard cock niggas, rob-ya-block niggas
+Peel your ho niggas, steal your dough niggas
+And when I blow nigga, I'm bringin' more niggasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Raw[Intro: Cappadonn]
+Hood Life Nigga (yeah), Virgo Power
+(They ain’t nothing sweet over here)
+First cluster of stars in the universe (Frontin’ n’ stuntin’)
+Mile wide [?] (...I’m wildin’ out)
+Imma get this paper by any means necessary
+(...live this life like it’s my last)
+Best Believe (ego trippin)
+I’m on one (wildin’)
+
+[Verse 1: Capadonna]
+I’m in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it
+Blunt side with Diesel
+Always got stink on it
+Concrete babies
+Pampers don’t fit em
+Whoever don’t belong here
+Somebody goin get em
+I be in the projects, slums and the alleys
+15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys
+125th Street rappin at rallys
+But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge
+Young n the restless
+Never on the guest list
+Scared we going come in the spot
+And straight wreck shit
+Child support getting paid
+Before they accept it
+But my pressure going buss
+If I’m feeling rejected
+Rap extremely good
+And feel like i’m breathless
+I do it for my family
+And that’s why i’m blessed with it
+Chicks keep hatin’
+Cause they see my success with it
+Pass it to my man
+Cause he never fuckin mess with it
+[Verse 2: Amar Divine]
+Vibrant lights
+Silent moon
+Watching over
+As we step into the room
+Stars applaud
+They in support of what we do
+It's only gods involved
+Feel it when we come through
+Thunder in the drum
+A bolt of lightning out the tongue
+Imma hit the [?] of every function
+We admit, immaculate spread
+Hammer suckers submit
+And even now the niggas game
+Me some shit so righteous
+Used to gettin’ loaded in cyphers
+Mads getting [?] its the survival of crisis
+Hold up the format and nobody like this
+Won’t catch us in your average cyphers
+We writers professionally
+Came to knock you off your pedestal
+All that rap criminal shit
+Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true
+To rhyme like a vehicle
+Move to forward tell the industry
+Real niggas backin them up
+[Verse 3: Lounger Low]
+Yo hip hop lingers on
+My man Angel Lue
+I’m still rhyming direct
+From the 1s and 2s
+I’m in the hallway
+I’m in the doorway
+I still keep a skip by the steps
+Man, all day
+I’m a yes man
+Fuck best man
+Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with
+Yes the Klan
+Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man
+And I remember the first every Summer Jam
+King Just, KRO was the opener
+And we came
+A hundred and some niggas
+Broke as fuck
+Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it
+Feather don’t know when
+Them Staten niggas around wid it
+Rap money
+Crack every real night
+Bitch give em the money
+I still know the real rights
+Hip hop pumpin
+Hip hop jumpin
+Ya’ll need to stop with that
+Hip hop frontin
+Ya’ll need to stop with that
+Hip hop frontin
+Ya’ll need to stop with that
+Hip hop frontin
+[Verse 4: Don Shae]
+You kill then you shot
+Malcolm X in the frame
+Damn man
+These killas go’n murder to the game
+Apply heat to beef
+Like a burger to the flame
+Murder the game
+Brah heard you can do the same
+I’m Hussein on the script
+But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip
+Brain’s what I hit
+You lames go’n be sick
+Like dysenteriae
+4-4 to bury you
+The more, the merrier
+Let’s build a wall
+I’m daring ya
+Rest in Big Pun
+You ain’t killed a monkey
+You’re a gorilla
+He ain’t building shade tho
+Lettin em chains blow
+Sometimes I wear hard
+Yeah sometimes I halo
+A death sentence
+In the form of a union
+I suggest [?]
+Cause we normally shooting
+Leave your chest [?]
+For more recruiting
+Like the label advance
+Sink your ship like a naval advance
+
+[Sample: Lord’a mercy]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Feed My Folks[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, yeah man
+Big up
+Wah di bloodclaat
+Big up to all massive
+Burn Babylon
+Crews worldwide
+[?] family
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+The gold carpets
+Platinum colored hair
+All black on
+Holding my Grammy in the air
+Yeah; I fought the good fight
+Everybody know I was there
+Since '98 I barely had another good year
+Homies changed, homegirls changed
+The wifey changed, the world changed
+Sippin on this nasty champagne
+I’m on the campaign but they don’t know my damn pain
+Still grateful for my blessings thought I can’t complain
+I’m still chillin out
+Yeah just do the damn thing
+I do my duty yo
+Overseas up in Paul McCartney studio
+Yea me and my man Simon
+Hot gang international
+Slip into Bulgaria and drop math too
+Droppin shit with Meth and my whole crew
+Fucka ya’ll [?]
+Shakazulu
+Bam bam, boom boom
+African moon
+The rich dude right here never left but coming back soon
+Just on my zigga tho
+Same nigga bro
+When I was down it was the biggest joke
+All I wanted to do was feed my folks
+Somebody said yo I'ma sell this dope
+[Verse 2: Nakeeba Amaniyea]
+Somebody nah put no gun to wi head
+Fi do Babylon words, Babylon words, yeah
+Fi wi go sell out wi self fi some bread
+Still they feelings hurt feelings hurt
+And if them tink a small ting
+When court a rise up like dirt, up like dirt
+Nobody nah put no gun to wi head
+Fi do babylon words, Bablylon words
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Hey yo I’m back from the slums
+I’m back on that newness
+And I do give a fuck about who’s more exclusive
+Whatever is conducive
+That’s where the juice is
+Throw up your dueces
+This is a Wu blitz
+Soundboy a go dead if him eva try fuck with
+Champion sound murder everything that come round it
+Cappadonna and you know I’m African crown quick
+And ganja man know him haffi let di next pound slip
+We do if fa di youth
+Dem haffi mek di black graduate
+Never hesitate fi mek dem come out on the straight tip
+Dis di youthAmerica black and dats di greatest
+Martin Luther King him a di greatest
+Malcolm X yes him a di greatest
+Garvey a di greatest
+Selassie a di greatest
+Every African wi haffi jump off di slave ship
+And dem a make it
+Farrakhan make it
+Elijah make it
+The Christ make it
+Everybody make it
+Wi nah go take it nuh brutality
+We haffi rise up
+Gwan put on you hoodie
+Some [?] a gwan nuhbaddi lookie lookie
+Burn Babylon dem ago treat wi like rookie
+Speak the truth to the youth
+They make system nah soosh me
+Lick off dem bumborass if nuhbaddi try push me
+A nuh bush weed only good broccoli
+Walk in massive Staten Island posse
+New York City, WTC
+C.A.P. dem nuh ready
+Nah dem nuh ready
+Dem fassy deh nuh ready
+Wu-Tang are ready
+Killa Bee are ready
+[?] dem nuh ready
+Babylon nuh ready
+Fire up di gun an dem nuh ready
+[Outro:]
+[Gunshots]
+Brockhead (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Anotha Riddle* promotional EP released on Razor Sharp Records in late '97
+
+Chorus: U-God
+
+Hysterical lyrical launch, anotha riddle
+A miracle little by little, fits right up the middle
+*repeat 2X*
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how
+Park Hill projects, chicka-POW
+One culture, return of the track slasher
+Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster
+Strivin for perfection, the only way I got
+My life back was through investin, devotion
+Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary
+Comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies
+I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money
+Be gettin me high just like trees in these tracks
+I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good
+So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto
+Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle
+Then I speak out, because we all need the guidance
+Deep down inside is where you could define science
+My mother told me, when I was so stressed out
+"All you gotta do is just put your best out"
+And I did it
+Chorus 2X
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid
+Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail
+Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells
+Seen brothers that fell when I slipped
+I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin
+Y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot
+Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance
+I broke resistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up
+Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks
+This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit
+It feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe
+But y'all cats better believe keep off, your darts are soft
+While I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue
+You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard
+Watch out for city fraud, my darts slam like doors
+Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish
+
+Chorus 2XEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Dream[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr. sample]
+I have a dream, today...
+In what will go down in history
+As the greatest demonstration for freedom
+In the history of our nation
+I have a dream...
+To make justice a reality for all of God's children
+
+"Tell me, this is a dream" - The Delfonics sample
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Of a big house, too many whips
+Mad wives and kids running out, what's that all about?
+Of me taking trips, overseas
+Getting my stacks up, cuz baby, now I'm getting big cheese
+Triple platinum sales, walking down the isle
+With my cream in the background, what, I'm hearing church bells
+Of getting back all of my paper
+That Razor Sharp stole from me, yea, kid it's only one me
+A crush and an R&B chick, she looking real thick
+But she was only after my chips
+A free of momma love, out of the slums
+Invested all my property into my daughters and sons
+Of connecting the dutch, with the haze
+Feeling mad tired, from guards, I ain't slept in four days
+Of hooking up with all of the top rappers
+Just came home from this club called Cappa's Nappy
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please
+Tell me, this is a dream, somebody, please
+Tell me, this, is, a, dream
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Of receiving awards, for the best album of the year
+And oh yeah, for still having the best broads
+Of doing my thing, everybody hating
+But once I hit the top, they be up under my wing
+Of producing these tracks, that sound phat
+Starting my own label, now, nigga how you like that?
+Of my baby mother's hurting theyselves
+Thinking they was jerking me, but they was jerking theyself
+Of all of the police that like my style
+They wasn't feeling me, but now, they loving me now
+Of being down on my luck, heading for the come up
+Living in the hood, but yo, still it's all good
+Of my brothers locked away, they came home
+Don't give a shit about slot time, they carrying the curf' phone
+Of my people, stop busting them slugs
+Start united our people, stop fucking with drugs
+What up?
+
+[Chorus]
+[Outro: Cappadonna (Martin Luther King Jr. sample)]
+Dream, this my last dream, this one is for you
+Keep the mack milly by your side, don't let nobody stop you
+Dream, me getting on
+Me and Quazolla, gotta get that corn
+Me, keeping it real
+Staten Island, what, slash, Homicide Hill
+Do what you do, don't forget about your people
+They won't forget about you
+And everything is all good
+Afraid of God, man, do what you could
+(I have a dream that one day
+This nation will rise up
+And live out the true meaning of its creed
+We hold these truths to be self-evident
+That all men are created equal)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Role of Ya Lifetime[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City
+Slow your roll, it's my word
+Slap all ya niggas, I hate ya'll
+Aiyo, aiyo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt
+It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck
+Cuz my niggas be on the block, ready to rock
+We got big bags of ready on us, one Glock
+Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off
+I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff
+Me and my thug niggas, too chipped off
+Staten Island be the land of the lost
+You can't front, you can't floss
+S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty
+It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick
+Feel my pain, if you know about this shit
+Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress
+We keep ratchets, and like niggas up north, we fuck a fat bitch
+We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish
+
+[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
+The building of the most powerful dynasty
+We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
+Or maybe the world just never heard of you
+Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
+The building of the most powerful dynasty
+We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
+Or maybe the world just never heard of you
+Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
+[Interlude: Solomon Childs, (Cappadonna)]
+Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga
+(Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit
+You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip
+Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips
+You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie
+You can't hold me, fake ass niggas owe me
+Big Don from the group home
+Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone
+All ya'll hatin' ass niggas, get one in your dome
+Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone
+I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone
+So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech
+And run around the blocks and demand respect
+It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word
+I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb
+Staten Island niggas be the most superb
+Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb
+
+[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
+The building of the most powerful dynasty
+We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
+Or maybe the world just never heard of you
+Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime
+The building of the most powerful dynasty
+We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer
+Or maybe the world just never heard of you
+Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetimeEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Soul Food[Intro:]
+Nothing like a home cooked meal
+Yes my word is my bond
+Feels so good to be back in the hood
+It’s a place that I can never forget
+
+[Verse 1:] [Capadonna]
+Everything dip in my heart
+My brains is numb
+Computers taking over
+They controlling the young
+Out here grinding
+Hard like it never even profit
+Still they’re not stoppin me
+I’m doing the monopoly
+Yeah I move privately
+Stacking for my Cs
+Never sloppily, yeah
+I hope they’re not watching me
+Familiar faces
+Fandom or fortune
+Travelling more often
+Hating ass, grab ass niggas
+Want me to fall off the wall
+Take one, put me in a coffin
+Six million dollar man, steven austin
+Yeah nigaa tell your story walkin
+Before I put two in your foreskin
+Backin atown now i’m in low in the [?]
+Switched my gear round
+Now i’m back in new york again
+State recording, only stay for a short rate
+Speeding through the [?] mistakes yeah
+I’m going in so I can stop all of the aches
+Stress and related injuries
+It’s hard for me to fuck with you
+Fast track seeing young rappers
+Using bars moves to attacks
+Babes that drunk similac
+A lotta shit
+I can’t remember that
+All young with the gold fronts
+Selling it for munchies
+Yes niggas is thirsty
+Yeah is [?] wid da blunt
+Yeah it’s power in the punch
+Yeah it’s sour in the cunt
+Sex made housing free lunch
+No deal though
+Used to always spittin hood before
+I caught a dope deal
+I rinse [?] to arena
+Toes to [?]
+Seen the motown lp saturday morning clean up
+Mama in the kitchen
+Papa watched sports ya’ll
+Respect the elderly
+Respect everything they taught ya’ll
+Whip his ass for that report card
+Daddy’s up [?] to have their son’s sports cars
+Forget what [?] promise to God
+[Verse 2:] [Turnpike Ike]
+Niggas is mad I give em buts and excuses
+This exclusive
+Old school, cool new kid
+Uhh, it’s like we verbally abusive
+But don’t blame me blame the producing
+I guess it’s a blast from the past
+Take a pocket full of cash
+Make you [?] from the path
+And ain’t a damn thing changed
+Niggas still chasing dames with Dwayne Wayne frames
+We used to play Connect 4
+Now fast forward, we be connects for
+My flows still up to date
+My niggas still moving weight
+Put more power in your plate
+Than carnival funnelcakes
+And I keep it on the up and up
+The hood cowboy
+All i do is buck and fuck
+My life ain’t picture perfect
+Just a nigga tryna make it out the [?]
+
+[Verse 3:] [Desert Eagle]
+I’m down for the get down
+Pound for the pitdown
+I’m the [?] that’s what they call it for the sitdown
+Gaming, I’m selling by the pit now
+I got a chain gang and we all get down
+Frontin’ the cash
+You know we’ll spit rounds
+My dudes will touch you with
+Clear hold strip rounds[?]
+I’m a lone ranger
+Of the Stone rangers
+That’s why shit stretch about 4 acres
+Used to doubt me
+Until you all caught the vapors
+Then you on my dick
+Everybody wants Raymond
+One taking em’
+Honin them and clonin the greatest
+You outdated
+I’m upgraded
+I am the Matrix
+Saved to mainframes and databases
+Tryna hit me with a virus called playerhating
+I got that hardware
+Every shine devastated
+Brooklyn, lime green, every [?] levitated
+[Gunshots]
+[Sample: Pull it up selecta, pu,pu, pull it up selecta]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Got This[Intro: Pike]
+Yo, hold up, yo you know what..
+S.I., Staten Island, niggas, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Pike]
+Ain't no more talkin' money or fame
+I'm stalkin' this game, and when I'm done
+I'm stickin' the fork in this game and run clutchin' my gun
+Name P.I., place S.I., N.Y.C
+Caramel papi chulo, mammies vena que
+Let's see if you could stop me
+I beat it like a one man posse, I leave it wet and sloppy
+I'm cocky, at times laid back, like to keep my fade back
+A lot of niggas about to get paid back (HOOOOO!)
+Because a lot cats that don't like me
+I guess they thought I took it lighty
+But I rhyme and make you niggas wanna fight me
+I'll melt a nigga like a icey, and wipe 'em up with a towel
+Still on the prowl, how bout? It's Staten Isle, I'm foul
+The same time I got respect for what's real
+Who said Staten Island niggas ain't real?
+You dead wrong, and took you tied up with a red thong
+For goin' against The Struggle
+We squeeze on the team, crash your huddle
+
+[Verse 2: Lounge Mode]
+Well I'm known in the hood like Castellano
+You could see me in the fiddy, puffin' H. Armano
+Doin' eighty on the Belt', follow signs to Verrazano
+I keep two guns in my hood like paisano
+My style iller than ill, I'm sick like Alzheimer's
+A bugged cat, ready to bring back old drama
+If it wasn't for the Slash, what could I tell mamma
+God damn, it's bad blood between brick and the mud (HOOOOO!)
+Brick and the thugs, shittin' on love
+Turned over on the newest, start spittin' the snub
+My flow is nice and I ain't worried about them hoes at night
+For my wife and seeds, gotta get this dough shit right
+I'm analyzin', a look how the pro's get ripe
+And number 16, yeah, I want it showin' the lights
+I rep the hood, gotta respect the good
+Even the ones that left the hood, bitch!
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)]
+Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters
+(We got this, we got this)
+Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers
+Cellies and beepers (we got this)
+Hoodies and sneakers (we got this)
+
+[Verse 3: Remedy]
+Yo, it's the smoked out white boy back on the block
+With the thirty eight snubbed nosed, tucked in his sock
+From the H-Block, Huegonaut, part of the rock
+Shaolin, Staten Isle, and I love hip hop
+And when it comes to the kid, man, shit ain't easy
+I Lounge with the Cappa D. and L.O. Beezy (I see you!)
+You sees me? Yeah, yo, believes me
+The Code:Red for life click, racoons need me
+Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, I got this
+Rock this, radio drop this
+The Code:Red's for real, yo, you can't stop this
+None of ya'll muthafuckas out there could block this
+Jumped in the whips, all dipped down low
+Ready for a trip, to where, I don't know
+No matter where we go, you can't stop the flow
+The heat's on, gun's drawn, what's up, yo?
+
+[Verse 4: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, my spit never tasted good, I'm sour
+I spit for the money and I spit for power
+Then I lean on ya'll like the Eiffel Tower
+And to my Staten Isle niggas, that's my heart
+I might leave for a minute, but could never depart
+Yeah, I'm married to this bitch and I'm still fuckin'
+I'm in the hood where the guns is nothin'
+And niggas don't say shit, like E.F. Hutton
+Paranoid like Bush, press the button
+Don't make me grab the boomers and get disgustin'
+Poppy Wardrobe King, Code:Red Production
+Pillage for life niggas, the hoes that's crushin'
+To all my niggas that went out bustin'
+Grindin', the black Timbs on, wild out, hustlin'
+(We got this, we got this)
+[Chorus: Lounge Mode, (all)]
+Car hard suits, Timb boots and millimeters
+(We got this, we got this)
+Hoes and fancy cars and smokin' reefers
+Cellies and beepers (we got this)
+Hoodies and sneakers (we got this)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Gotta Find a Way[Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)]
+Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah)
+East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat)
+Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet)
+
+[Born Divine]
+I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids
+Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids
+Cuz life is, both destiny and karma
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I keep beefing with my baby momma
+And foul jakes to, giving me drama
+All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems
+
+[Born Divine]
+So I gotta find a way to solve 'em
+Remove the stress from my brain
+Cuz there's gotta be a better way
+To maintain the hit on the block, pushing cocaine
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back
+My ribs is touching til my record label call back
+
+[Born Divine]
+So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track
+With a bullshit security job and CDs in my backpack
+[Cappadonna]
+Bags of dope up in my ass crack, earth is in the backroom
+Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon
+It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh
+Return of the Pillage
+
+[Chorus: MPM]
+I love my babies, I love my ladies
+What love is this, for money
+Streets shot, police on blocks
+Keep hot, I love money
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Shit on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted
+We in the cock pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it
+Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it
+
+[Born Divine]
+The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke
+Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road
+Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet
+With years, look at my wounds
+In the gutter, still paying my dues
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Return of the Pillage
+Garbage cans, squeezing the box
+Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox
+Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks
+We on the rooftops, looking for cops
+Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops
+What up, ock?
+[Hook: MPM]
+Ya'll don't see what I see
+Sometimes you misunderstood me
+The dramatic cross street blues
+Let a lot, see my dues
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Ain't no characteristics in this shit (baseball hat, baseball hat)
+Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundationEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Tug Dat Rope[Cappadonna]
+I'm on the ground floor hustling, but I'mma still score
+I don't care what ya'll say, cuz I'm ready for more
+Yo, these streets got my head, like never before
+That's why my man Big Gator gotta carry the four
+Even though we just looking for beats, they hating on us
+Now, muthafucka, so we looking for beef
+So we took it to the beast, and got a little deal
+Might shut shit down, cuz it got a little real
+Now we ready to live, and prepared to die
+Yo, all we wanted was a piece of the pie
+And a tall glass of milk, the brotherhood is real built
+Using the knowledge, that God gave us
+Yo, we got to save us, this time we took many falls
+But we never gave up, yo I'm happy to be alive
+And survive in dust, gave thought to suicide
+Yo, it's still not enough, sniff coke
+Had a lot of money and went broke, but times go hard
+Yo, we tugging the rope, yeah, we tugging the rope
+Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat
+Yeah, we tug that rope, like we tugging the boat
+Never forgetting where I come from, I love my folks
+We ghetto, like the rest of ya'll, got dreams and hopes
+I'm in the valley with you, straight slumming
+We got to spit when the swat come in, yeah load up our shit
+Watch out, yeah the roads is slit, the flows is thick
+It's real out here, yo, the colds is brick
+And it's too many fights, up all night
+Can't wait for tomorrow to come, we live with the gun
+And when the clouds part, there go the sun, we are all one
+As the Earth spun, niggas got murdered and hurt
+Some, and when the dirt come, it's worth done
+Tight skirt holding the young
+I'm on the come-up, Q-Dini, beating the slums up
+We never gonna quit, til the ones is up
+Give me the broc', I like money like the rest of ya'll
+Now give me the rock, I'mma shine when it's my time, give me a spot
+Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope, yeah, tugging the rope
+Yo, whoever can't cope, yo, tug on the rope
+Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on
+Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on
+Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on
+Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, come on
+Yeah, tug that rope, like we tugging the boat, Diggeler..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+’96 Recreation[rza]
+Yeah, start wit that one
+Yo, yo, yo, my acustic futuristic lingustic rap fabric
+Is a mixture of arabic sandscript in it's italics
+I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick release spit
+Wit love should I release hits
+We travel through bodies like blood vessels
+All y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedastool
+Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin
+Words is rushin through like a herd of angry oxen!!
+
+[cappadonna]
+Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
+Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate, terminate
+So spoil like coke in the foil
+Knock knock, I shot the whole block
+Electricity, flow splendidly
+Internally inside of me like tony starks tee
+I create excellency, one-sixty call l-o-u-n-g assist me
+Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
+For slang hall, vocabulary igor, frankenstein mind
+Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
+I move quick shit is accurate, kojack tactics
+Chaos, killa bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor
+
+[rza]
+My lyrical marv-el makin more cream than carvel
+Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
+To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant
+My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
+Of alcohol and to-bacco, mushrooms imported from morocco
+Bellies on the rocks, and a twenty sack of choco
+Wit forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch I carve
+Glitters on the paper so my family won't starve
+[cappadonna]
+I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
+Never inconceited, never been beated
+Been trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
+My style you need it, I just write to read it
+It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated
+I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
+I conquer my opponent, and feed him baby food
+
+Cause he's childish and illiterate, and ye has been rude
+To the father year me, o-r-i-g
+Respond to the war wit the killa bee law
+
+[ol' dirty bastard]
+Scavenger nigga, you's a shhriimp
+A full line of shhiit, my ear can digest iiit
+Stop drinkin all that water, let's take it to the land
+So I can godzilla up your shit mister tiny tim man
+Niggas be creepin up my beanstalk
+When I start to come down on your f**kin ass
+You tried to chop shit on up
+Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that
+
+[rza]
+Legendary microphone's weaponary
+You secondary bitch-ass fairies
+Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
+You think you're slang can match
+The wu-tang, emphatically now cypher
+You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
+While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
+Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
+Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
+I be the quoted mathematical combination
+Unloadin mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowin
+[cappadonna]
+Just then, I came on the stage like wind
+Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
+You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
+You need a coat just to protect your throat
+Two pairs of socks, kid I'm cold like ice rise
+Chap-lipped duds can't f**k wit the chatterbox
+Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
+Shaolin niggas won't f**k wit one block *pause*
+Broke forgot about half the slang murderer
+Down wit the union big street sling murderer
+Terrorizin, move I'm tranquelizin
+Fast getaway wit the slow speed drivin
+Two miles an hour, cappa do it wit the power
+Somebody blow something, cut fool in the towerEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Baby MommasYeah this one right here go out to all my baby mothers
+Baby mommas
+I love ya'll
+Know what I'm saying
+Love the family
+We stick together
+And that's how its gotta be
+I told them other girls ya'll come first
+That's how I feel
+I'm back
+
+[Hook]
+Even though these streets be making me weak
+You know I love my baby mommas
+Even though its hard for a brother out here
+You know I love my baby mommas
+Even though sex ain't nothing to me
+You know I love my baby mommas
+Even though its hard out here for a brother
+You know I love my  baby mommas
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hey so I came through
+Straight Muslim oil and suit piece
+Fix my tie on my neck
+Then I step to acute piece
+I love my baby mothers
+Cause that's where my roots be
+Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna
+I love all ya'll children like I love my momma
+Trying to take care of mine, I don't need no drama
+I just love my family like my name Obama
+Strive with me, if you family then vibe with me
+I work hard for mines, get on sides with me
+Feed my seeds, get 'em clothes, cut their hair, wipe their nose
+These are things I like to do, that's why I be doing shows
+Ya'll got me mixed up, thinking I be screwing hoes
+Hopefully I get rich
+Long as I'm pursuing goals
+There's eight million stories out there baby, mines was never told
+[Bridge]
+Yeah, for real
+This one go out to all the baby mothers out there
+Striving
+
+[Hook]
+I love my baby mommas
+Even though these streets be making me weak
+I love my baby mommas
+Even though its hard for a brother out there
+I love my baby mommas
+Even though sex ain't nothing to me
+I love my baby mommas
+
+[Verse 2]
+To all my baby mothers this one is for you
+For all the times I was busy and I didn't come through
+This ones for my baby mothers, I love you the most
+Ya'll still in my heart and I keep ya'll close
+For all the time I didn't have nothing and ya'll kept me afloat
+And this one's for my children that ya'll should be raising
+While I'm stuck in the grind writing rhymes at the Days Inn
+This ones for you my beloved
+More love, more support, more time, more patience
+I pay child support (?) statement
+Still love, still not hating
+Family, that's what it is to me
+It all comes naturally, attached to me
+Send 'em back to me
+That's daddy's seed
+Get out that room, that's daddy's weed
+Daddy on (and daddy look good)
+[Outro]
+Ha ha ha yeah
+Keisha, Starcia, Shinade, Drianna
+Its like we all gotta stick together
+That's a family right there
+I got love for all ya'll
+Beautiful women
+Family tree ya'll
+Stick together
+This is the end
+Of the conflict
+Between baby's daddies and baby's mothers
+United
+Time for a change
+And it starts right now, right here
+Baby mommasEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Fire[Intro: Cappadonna + sample]
+Yeah, man, the fire is the purification
+I spit ("Fire")
+Energy.. no matter what happen, yo, I gotta spit ("Fire")
+Uh oh, and I'mma do it for the team, yo, I'mma spit ("Fire")
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, I spit fire at you dudes until the die I retire
+I'm doing this for my family, so that we can transpire
+And reach limits that exceed doubt, yeah we can do this
+But we gotta get up off this murder route
+I'm on the block, momma love on the couch
+And the pain is unbearable, the way streets keep steering you
+In the wrong direction, I'mma need more thugs around you and more protection
+And you still guessing, you don't know what life is about yet
+I study and work hard for the set, I'm proud to be a doc
+I'm not done, my mouth's like a tech, women wit me in the stretch
+And the five burns from the way a man rep
+Fire that'll burn at a man chest, energy that
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa]
+I spit ("Fire")
+You know I spit ("Fire")
+I spit ("Fire")
+You know I spit fire
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+I'm sweet flowing river, mathematics be the wisdom
+Compound and we elements of sound, transmitted
+Through the system of engineering
+Technology allows me to transform
+Words to sight, light is written
+In five hundred seconds, since bitten and recited
+A million black men united, from Shaolin
+Medina heard the warrior call, we were everywhere
+Already cocked and ready, one thought blew 'em off the planet
+He can't stand it, head rocking, stadium shit
+You know the champion, multiple armed subjects
+Revolutionary techniques, please don't disrespect the projects
+This is for the babies, and I don't want to have
+Get ignorant and clap you
+For nothing, we suppose to be brother and I other than self
+It's the best part that sparks all things
+Fire is in heavy rotation, all saying
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna + sample + Masta Killa + together]
+I spit ("Fire")
+You know we spit—
+—Fire
+You know we spit fire
+You know we spit fire
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+
+[Produced by Chicargo]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Pain Is Love[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
+I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
+Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
+What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
+
+[Verse 1: Lounge Mode]
+Staten Island been wildin', so Osama's nothing
+And my niggas out in Brooklyn said Saddam was frontin'
+Gotta squad, what you think, it ain't no guns or something?
+Picture Me Rollin', holdin' less than a one or somethin'
+You fake faggots, yeah we got that big automatic
+Like, Bruce Willis and the Jackal type, yeah, right
+You wanna see it? Then get on my nerves
+Oh you live, and I'm gettin' money spit on my curb
+In the hood where it get no harder, only tougher
+Crack fiends suffer, baby moms, baby brother
+Hustlin', still forty off a hundred packs
+I'd rather lounge in the back of the bar
+Me and my dog throw crack in the jar
+Listen to this rap star, while I sit back in the car
+And I told ya'll niggas how the Staten rock
+We don't, trick on chicks, yo we clap them shots
+You get caught if you ask a lot, like you don't know
+And where you at, then ya ass is got
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
+I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
+Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
+What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
+
+[Verse 2: Solomon Childs]
+We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
+Conceived with slow jams by The Delfonics
+At a level that you should of been years ago
+Responsible usually for coke traffic, usually for broken bone tragic
+Rest in peace, to Mayor Guliani's term
+They say I'm wrong, shit
+I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards
+All around the ball glowin', they got the weed flow droughted
+Or maybe niggas in the hood just ain't 'bout it
+Talkin' Hercules, and ain't nothin' but dog food
+Staten Island, New York City drools
+Crazy glue on my fingerprints
+Name on the concrete of my hood, what's really good?
+Vendetta's with these rap stars
+Frontin' like this crime and the pet is they cars
+Believe I was God in my last life
+What if it was your knife? What if they was your gloves, nigga..
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
+I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
+Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
+What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, I came into this game on some real love shit
+And ya'll bitch ass niggas, ya'll wanted me to quit
+Because the way I dress ill and the way that I spit
+But I ain't never gon' stop, droppin' these joints
+And ya'll fake ass niggas, ya'll ain't gettin' no points
+Don't try to sabotage me, cuz you just can't do it
+You had me in the Square, last year, but you blew it
+Big Donna from the group home, that's my word
+Splash shots at your whip, splash shots at your bird
+Leave your brains and your Gucci boots up on the curb
+Pillage for life, Allah's will be the most superb
+Smoke weed with the cannon, smoke the herb
+So bow down, all you crab ass clowns you can't live
+My gun's on empty, but it's more shots to give
+I pop you like a slave cop, run in your crib
+Throw darts at your wife, throw darts at your kid
+Leave your house flooded with hits like O.J. did
+Escapin' the crime scene and you love how I slid
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
+I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
+Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
+What made ya muthafuckas think you control me?EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Do It / Push[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Six years in the game, nigga, I ain't changed a bit
+Get with is, get up, yeah, come on
+Do it, club drinkin' tonight, push, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+My whole quick off the hook, catch us live at a theater
+Chicks start doin' they thing, you gotta hear us
+We always in effect, man, police don't scare us
+We smoke weed in the clubs, drinkin' a little beer-a
+Post up love, honeys in the mirror
+Turn the mics up so they can hear a little clearer
+Real niggas and fly honies is in the area
+Vibe with me, come on, stride with me
+And when you start feelin' this shit, just slide with me
+Lay back on this, come on, glide with me
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Do it, push
+Do it, do it, do it
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, whose the illest rappers, I don't really give a shit
+All I wanna hear is one of ya'll niggas spit
+We at the livest event, and to get in this bitch
+Some niggas pay 20 cent, man, make it happen
+Come on, all of ya'll niggas on the left start clappin'
+All of ya'll honey's on the right start clappin'
+All in together now, get ready for the rappin' (come on, do it..)
+Me and my click came over for some action
+Sippin' on Hen dog, everybody maxin'
+Next thing you know, these niggas start yappin'
+Heads was gettin' flown, jaws started crackin'
+But then shit calm down, everything was chill
+Stupid muthafuckas wanna test our skill
+Ok, back to the beat, now, how it feel?
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Do it, push
+Do it, do it, do it
+
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+Ladies love how it's goin' down
+Cuz we always show 'em love, everytime that we come around
+And niggas like how we doin' shit
+It's just a couple muthafuckas wanna ruin the shit
+You little thugs can't wait for the tunes to hit
+Niggas is wildin' out, racoons'll spit
+We at the spot where the willies at, spendin' their chips
+And them ghetto glamorous chicks be swingin' they hips
+Niggas best to believe, we like it just like that
+All love in the fiesta, no kinds of crack
+Everybody is fancy, see the jewels is fat
+Come on ya'll, fuck with this, nigga, where you at?
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Do it, push
+Do it, do it, do it
+Do it, push
+Do it, do it, do itEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Power to the Peso[Intro: Lounge Mode]
+Yeah, nigga!
+Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
+Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
+It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll know what it is, man
+I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!)
+
+[Verse 1: Lounge Mode]
+Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out
+They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out
+Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before
+I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would
+Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
+In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
+And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
+And wait there, if he comin' in, dog, gotta wait til later
+I squeeze off, ease off from the nine milly
+And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!"
+And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me
+Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly
+Danger, danger, ain't nothin' change but space
+Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage
+And how I do damage, fuck takin' flicks for cameras
+You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas
+I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana
+Plus these labels exec's come in a calm manner
+N.S.Beezy, I stay easy
+Fuck what ya'll niggas is talkin', I'm off the heezy
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares
+Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears
+Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend
+Niggas stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up
+Hands up, yeah, kid, it's the real
+Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal
+Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel
+From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz
+So much that we gotta pay the bills
+Give us the cream or get killed....
+
+Goon Squad!
+
+[Verse 3: Wigz]
+Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey
+With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth
+No cuff', I throw the ol' joint off the roof
+It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth
+Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+
+The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change
+Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen
+See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M
+Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler
+I'm a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler
+Off your front porch, g off ya back deck
+This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin' up the projects
+[Verse 4: Solomon Childs]
+We killas as sharp as knives
+Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer
+Got my own killa slang and dancers
+Certain hammers for certain circumstances
+These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean?
+I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans
+No handouts, stay earnin' mine
+The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know
+That a ho gon' always be a ho
+And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe
+And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo
+The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow
+My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo
+The feds could of never caught 'Cino
+P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+1&9[Intro:]
+This one right here
+1 & 9
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+Hate to see my brothers minds go dimes blow
+Shines glow
+No swine no pork
+SI NY
+Gainsborough
+Every thought
+Streets talk
+Beats talk
+East court
+Knock your [?] off
+Night cellular
+Million dollar selling
+I score cheddar up
+Hard work betta us
+[?] tracks
+I speak facts
+Homies you cheap acts
+Nigga I’m G cats cars, money, microphones
+Hundreds I keep that
+Holding my fort down
+My fort sports that east pack
+Allow meats
+Nigga we eat that
+Study work hard make it out
+Then we reach back
+Monumental love
+Continental wishes
+Making death wishes
+Hood niggas roll out
+Dimes and ghetto bitches
+Drug money riches
+That had good niggas be snitches
+Now wait a minute
+My gun [?]
+It could never be finished
+I been in it since the beginning
+X amount of free pussy
+Free weed, free bombs, free business
+For all the hell we been through
+Nigga this is for the sinners
+It’s my word
+Me and Shaeine an dem
+Everybody do what they do
+Let’s take money, take paper man
+Shine on, shine on
+It don’t even matter yo
+We up the ladder on the reservation man
+This is how we do
+Shine talk, new talk, new walk
+What you goin do nigga
+This is how we off the boardwalk
+All of ma niggas that getting that paper
+Keep getting that paper
+[Verse 2:] [Unique]
+Hold up, hold up
+I got something to say
+Something to spray
+Games on if you get in my way
+Black gloves in the back
+With the 9 in the tray
+Pow
+Lay you down
+All you hear is the sound
+See the guard, see the tassle
+Yeah I’m sporting a crown
+Look around at my cypher
+Get torched around
+Unique
+I’m one different from the rest
+Spitting with the tech
+Blood leaking from your chest (let’s go)
+Surely ain’t one to test
+I rest
+You at peace
+Leave a crease in the beat
+Sum’in for the street
+Knowledge on
+You know the theme of this song
+Real minds
+I talk mines
+That’s how we all stand strong
+[Verse 3:] [GQ]
+You put in the couch
+I got better plans
+But I gotta watch my back
+For black vans and pelligrins
+Rap fans instead of [?]
+Half chance to get it ram
+Past friends
+And the white chicks
+Still saving the last dance
+Two steps ahead of you
+Ready for all the drama
+Talk so heavy [?]
+Of yo’ medical marijuana
+I’m shredding you in the biz
+On some presidential shit
+Crash surrender will show you the meaning
+Of what reckless is
+You can’t do it all on your own
+You got a betta chance
+Ryna to pull a sword out of stone
+You got a betta chance
+Stocking goods to board up your home
+Cause i’m callin it home
+And blow up the mall with a drone
+Of cause in the zone
+Wildin’ like im violent in a foster home
+Toss your bones in a bottomless pit
+Or for them organ donors
+Offer loan your heart is stone
+Starting over in some parts unknown
+That will rip you apart
+Swim the sharks and get your cartilage torn
+[Verse 4:] [Don Shae]
+I’m like a new baby guerilla
+That’s born in the wild
+Brains spillin on the 5th
+Got you snorting on tile
+Trained killer
+Got a few in the coroner’s now
+Easy to kill
+And got me bent
+When i’m recording my sound
+Yeah, i’m from the borough of shaolin
+Where the thoroughest niggas is found in
+[?] niggas get pound in
+Empty the clip
+Throw another round in
+Then jump in the black benz with surround sound in
+My flows so deep niggas could drown in it
+Adjacent to crystal lake
+And sticking them clowns in it
+Get stripped down in it
+Exchange shots if you down with in
+Between shots filled with browns [?]
+Got the bank with the mounts in it
+Five grand, this is my last roll
+Then imma bounce, dig it
+Platinum bridge in his mouth
+With diamonds mount in it
+Cause there’s a lot of zeros in my accounts [?]
+Filthy fuck boys hanging on [?] again
+Cause I shoot bullets you can’t block
+Like adrian peterson
+You don’t wanna see shae on these streets again
+Cause the sk sleep again
+Gotta call in da and police again
+I got too many guns for one person
+Main street or back block
+Catch it my gun’s bursting
+You can catch me
+Smack dab on the strip
+Guns like calisthenics
+Burn your abs with the fifths
+So everytime you see me
+The big mags on my hip
+Fully loaded clips
+For all you fags on my dick
+And I shoot it sideways
+Like bruce willis on his last flick
+So move easy
+And 9 [?] are blasting
+You won’t last in the streets
+And when it get cold
+I turn it up
+With the flash from the heat
+Low bass settle deep
+So go ahead and play with it
+Turn your face into tomato sauce
+When the tray hit it
+
+[Outro:]
+Can you dig it [x3]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+The Anointing[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah... fire and brimstone, the anointing
+Yo, straight up and down, black music, yo
+
+[Cappadonna]
+The black ACG's on, Louis Vitton
+Yo, I'm feeling quite right tonight, ya'll
+Big Cappadon, still low in the cut, with the gold fronts on
+Chilling out, ladies loving, my socks bugging me out
+I'm on a paper chase, stay fly
+Henny to waste, pistol on the waist
+I ain't trying to catch another case
+Up on the tour bus, Theodore Unit
+Entrepreneur status, the big baddest, family matters
+Weed blowing, listening to Gladys
+Soul babies with the 18 karat, solid gold rings
+Smash BB Kings, annihilate clubs out of state
+Cappachino the Great, my nigga Ghostface, we stay laced
+Bubble letters with the rugby hats, we were the thugs be at
+Clubs react, niggas wanna be us
+We g'd up, back on the block, re'd up
+Chicks talking, wilding niggas walking, tell ya story walking
+Take caution, I got the flow sick, put dough on the hits
+Snows all over the bricks, got hoes all over my shit
+Stand back, while I blow this bitch
+Every day, my whole dress code switch
+Don Diggeler, top of the line
+Certified rhyme buster one time, milk this cow
+The best way I know how, raising a mild child
+Original O.G., beats could never hold me
+Laid back, just aligner, what me and my Co-D
+The ice cold O.E., my name is tattered on your H.O.E
+Labels could never control me
+Goldielocks stay creepin' with the cold ass heat
+Diggler...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Here 2 Day[Cappadonna]
+These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds
+Niggas dump on ya'll, straight take ya shines
+Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine
+Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine
+Niggas'll kill muthafuckas for a bottle of wine
+So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind
+Here today niggas, better have a good time
+Gone tomorrow, that's how it is in the grind
+So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night
+Niggas'll cut you up, if the trees ain't right
+All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight
+Cock back my headphones, then I squeeze them right
+Yo, niggas'll kill niggas for the cheese and ice
+And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice
+All of my in-the-ghetto niggas want G's and bikes
+That's why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake
+I ain't try'nna be the one, just linger a zoo
+I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you
+Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew
+And we lounging real hard, uptown's is new
+Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue
+Traveling across the world, like alakazoo
+Alakazaam, ya muthafuckas know who I am
+Throw my darts like I told you I can
+Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life
+Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is
+[Rush]
+Yeah, it's basic dog, we all in this game to ball
+I leave my mark in your hood, like I'm writing on walls
+Come ride my balls and tell yo, bitch to come here
+I'm hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair
+Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight
+I'm like a weed plant, nigga, I stay in the light
+On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks
+I lay low on street corners, while I'm handing out packs
+Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts
+Your glitter attracts, like I ain't that, nigga get clapped
+Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist
+A profession is my conscience'll, leave you breathless
+I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid
+Watch me own back, I'm big, black and brolic
+Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines
+Cutting competition off with the guillotine
+What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable
+You're uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall
+I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft
+Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all
+Make your call, it's all street justice, dog
+Even if the innocent, have to be involved
+We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall
+I'm layin' the law, while your whore playing the four
+Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven
+I don't, aim to please, I aim to squeeze
+And I'm aiming for the stars, cock sucker, say cheese, chumpEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 3[Cappadonna]
+You can't keep a good man down
+I'm rising up, Imma little smarter
+I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff
+Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game
+No matter what everbody still knowin' my name
+I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame
+I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change
+Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out
+Rush closed the store down gust took my house
+Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called
+Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute
+My brains is black gold
+You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul
+Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill
+Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed
+Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me
+My sword bear love you could build a church on me
+So put your hands together for the unordinary light
+I spread fish be the bread of life
+The armor of God, God's to pour through the night
+Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people
+It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas
+So whoever can't see better open they eyes
+Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise
+Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies
+Prayed upon his precious life
+Please nourish my thought like a wife
+And may the lost generation be found
+Because you can't keep a good man down...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spark That Dutch[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, spark that dutch, cuz my life is fucked up
+Even my hustle game is nothing but tough luck
+I stay in the street life, hoe took my truck
+Scrambling for increase, so my kids can eat
+I went savage when I felt the heat, you think something's sweet
+Yeah, muthafucka, til the beast get in you
+Go vampire on 'em, let the feast continue
+For real, lord have mercy when I beat the venue
+Rhyme sound so nice, you can eat the menu
+G-O, spark that dutch, cuz your life is so ill
+Shit on the line, and you might have to kill
+Ribs is touching, what you know about street production
+How you feel about living where the heats is busting
+It's the same old shit when I release the button
+Yo, spark that dutch, blow the sheets or something
+(You know how we do...)
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Yo, spark that dutch if you don't give up
+Spark that dutch, nigga, cuz the streets is rough
+Spark that dutch, nigga, for the hoes that fuck
+Spark that dutch, nigga, til the stacks is up
+
+[Rush]
+Spark that dutch, get lifted on the back of the bus
+Make a kid do a bid, ain't, nothing to tough
+That we can't handle, get it like the watergate scandal
+And scramble til the cakes done, and blow out your candle
+Roll up a muscle, can't do nothing but hustle
+And I'm broke, and I can't buy, nothing but trouble
+I don't cuddle, but I hustle til the sun eclipse
+And that's a long time coming, nigga, run your shit
+I ain't done til I hawk and spit, on the track
+Park and pump yac' in any hood on the map
+It ain't where you from, it's, where you're strapped
+And how you react, when the, pressue is on
+Read it in reverse, like the, Holy Qu'ran
+Through my sons I live on, my soul lurking through ya'll
+And I advise ya, sky high, cuz it's curtains for ya'll...
+[Chorus]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+What’s Really Up?[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, Boss rap stupid
+I'm telling you right now Staten Island man
+Don't front on me, Yo
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I grew up in Staten Island where the doors be locked
+Crack dealers be at the building, The floors be hot
+Yo Dreds be in the spot selling bags of meth
+On a good day, You might see my homeboy Chef
+Joelle, He turned rat now he's scared to death
+Little kids still running round, Way after the dark
+At the PF-57 near Policeman Park
+In the back they found a new born stuffed in a bag
+In the hood brothers die young it makes me sad
+Ayo, I dropped out of school a high school Dad
+Streets be eating up my brain like weed and hash
+Taking trips up town hopping out of the cabs
+Ridden calves from the Africans, Crashing em up
+Putting dime into dollar bills smashing em up
+Instead of passing our grade, We's passing the Dutch
+Getting shipped away daily in them slavery trucks
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up
+Ayo what's really up, Ayo what's really up
+[Cappadonna]
+In the hood it's only tough love and real tough thugs
+Ayo I was the type of dude that didn't stay in the house
+I was the type to while out and bring a tre in the house
+And Momma Love used to tell me not to be like that
+But I'll be gone for a week like I'll be right back
+Staten Island, Yo, We can't stop the hustle
+Ayo these thugs used to work for this kid named Muscle
+Watch out for ply yeah, Cause that kid might bust you
+Even though we hang tight yo we really don't trust you
+Got brothers that'll shake your hand and then they'll cut you
+But if your blood like me then the litter can't touch you
+And it's the hood that got the world going insane
+Even the suburbs, They know about the crack cocaine
+It's the hood that drove brothers like Shorty insane
+Ayo what's really up, Brother can't even maintain
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Goon Skwad[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, Goon Skwad, we will not be oppressed
+Revolutionary rap, holla, ahhhh
+Don't get it twisted, thou shall stand up
+Goon Skwad hold it down, ahhhh
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Goon Skwad, real niggas that represent, it's the
+Goon Skwad, bitch niggas, best to repent, it's the
+Goon Skwad, what? Coming, to pay the rent, it's the
+Goon Skwad, thug niggas be getting bent, it's the
+Goon Skwad, niggas with attitudes, it's the
+Goon Skwad, big niggas that eat your food, it's the
+Goon Skwad, yeah nigga, we coming right, it's the
+Goon Skwad, hand grenades, ready to fight, it's the
+Goon Skwad
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Don't you ever get it twisted, when we
+Walk in the club with that, shiny biscuit
+We come in peace, for whoever, wanna kick it
+It's the Goon Skwad, peace to Ruff Ryders, they down shifting
+And pop them gears, fall back on they knees, and make it
+The cops be coming round trying to get my goons a ticket
+It's the Goon Skwad, when we in the spot, them games be doing things
+Getting my niggas, lick a shot and you might get shot
+Some people be falling down, trying to get to the top
+Them devils be wanting you to stop, giving you praise
+Make us a lot, what you gonna do when you find yourself left on the block
+Goon Skwad, it's the Goon Skwad, ahhhh
+[Chorus]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Major figure niggas don't play that shit
+We back to munching, we kill and spit, we like them thongs
+And them bras be on them chicks, Benzitos and them Hummers
+And spoiler kits, Nikes and fitted hats, how them ballers get
+Women be shaking they ass, flashing they tits
+Niggas be fronting and stunting, making you ball your fists
+In trouble with them Bloods and Crips, put depot niggas
+And them niggas who be slinging bricks, VD up in them time
+My niggas don't ever slip, fuck around and get your face whipped
+Goon Skwad, hit me on the hip, ready to flip
+Coming hard, it's the Goon Skwad, Goon Skwad, it's the Gooon Skwad, ahhh
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Famous Aimers[Intro:]
+Yeah
+Just puff something man
+Get my mind right
+From all of these crazy hood dreams
+Yo eh yo now come’on
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+Master of Ceremony
+I hate being around fake niggas
+That’s mad phoney
+Chicks ride the pony
+Me and amar eat veggies
+Its still boney
+Most of the times I step in the spot
+And niggas know me
+I roll blunts
+And I be smoking just like a roly poly
+Alakazam, sham taught me not to eat ham
+Bam bam up in the hood nobody eats spam
+Alot of dimes and money
+Fast as I can
+Tax invasion tryna stop me from cashin in
+We superstars in the game
+Dangerous men
+Whores don’t really like me
+But they fuck me again
+Money chaser
+Hope my lawyer beat the fucking case up
+Pop off
+Blast at everything until we make up
+In the back of the car
+On the dark route
+Two indian chicks that like dark cock
+I keep a [?] on my jock
+Just like my name [?]
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+I play the game by the old school rules
+You can rap the microphone if you don’t pay no dues
+And the rhymes so simple but you so confused
+Got nothing going for you but your lyrics is hook
+Yo, stay garbage, no pay homage
+Hip hop wasn’t designed for that nonsense
+We here to regulate
+Come out of conflicts
+Told ya’ll realness so get ya’ll the knowledge (c’mon)
+Make you rap better
+Elevate the [?] level
+Compete the guards and things
+Throw some patron [?]
+Form shit outta nothin’
+I’m saying get cheddar
+Home of 400 or more
+But ya’ll don’t know better
+It’s a science to the study, to the t
+Success is nothing but the generation they achieve
+So i’m weaving like the shoalin monk
+From woo jing
+[?]
+Of any other mc
+
+[Verse 3:] [Don Shae]
+I can turn a hard block into a soft one
+Internet can turn a hard rock into a broadband
+[?] turn a hard rock into live round
+Enemies, birds, hard shots that flaw ya
+Hennessy and herb, hard shots and [?]
+White bentley azure
+Hard top like a milestone
+Im a monster like kanye and nikki
+Shit get like concreate when don shae hit the city
+Cause i’m an older dude
+I’m old school
+I can show proof
+To my young boys
+How to blow through moves
+Man I learned alot
+Never burned a rock
+Selling night
+Burn the block
+But never burned the pot
+Burning spot 12 12s
+How you burn the spot
+Murder plots
+12 shells at the murder spot
+I never heard of op
+He never earned a spot
+Turn this top convertible drop
+When I [?]
+[Verse 4:] [PMD]
+My flow is so cold like Chicago
+I know it all slow
+But p’s never off
+Always on soul
+Pay attention when I check back in
+Snappin neck again
+Business never personal
+From long island to shoalin
+Bring it back to the fish in the hat
+And banging tracks
+When it come to globetrotting
+Been there, done that
+Raising the cheech and chong
+Doing a 100 meters on the autobond
+Once again its on
+Its the hip hop overlord
+Overseeing the source
+Birth the hiphop act
+From the land of the lost
+Screaming boss
+Pmd still come with the force
+Transmitting through satellites
+How I stay on courseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Get Paper[Intro: Lounge Lo (Cappadonna)]
+Yeah (yeah) what we do (come on Dini) huh? (1-6-Ooh)
+Yessa yessa my lord (Park Hill Productions, the mic'er son) faggots
+(Uh let's do this, turn it up, yo)
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Lo]
+If you see us on the block getting paper
+Chump, you better bet we got that thing on our waist
+And if you niggas don't think that it's major
+Then we'd gotta shoot you right dead in your ---
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Sometimes I feel like the whole world was built around me
+I used to sell crack until this music shit found me
+The streets remain deep, but not deep enough to drown me
+New York chop it up, get it cooking like ground beef
+When me and Lounge put it down, baby, it sound sweet
+We worked hard for this for shit, putting in work
+It didn't take long for us to put our foot in the dirt
+New York City of dreams, glamorous, iced out
+Fly whips with the fly crib, chicks on the couch
+Skyline, city of hopes, American lifestyle
+We ain't waiting for that gwop, we wanting it right now
+Fuck being broke, I wanna live like a white child
+My slums bust gun, base let go and white owl
+Forever on the grind, suck pussy and get paper
+Cell phone, two-way pager, all my niggas stay major
+Like Comrad, bombing the tracks like Arabs
+Money for grabs, let's get it, New York fitted
+Sliding out the door with a bit-itch
+Tell your wifey don't snit-itch, let's get rit-ich
+Tell 'em Diggeler did it, that's how I love to spit it
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lounge Lo]
+You might see on the six train, riding the subby
+Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks, and none of them ugly
+Staten Island's Most Popular Son, do what I do
+Fuck licks, I got chips and I carry a gun
+I told the Don to hold me down, I got some shit to finish
+And this is Blood Brothers 2, without counting the minutes
+One, the take-out food, I break your dude
+And have your daughter raped in school, after I ate your food
+I like the pen, but I hate the grooves, hate niggas
+Who talk shit, and like they wanna trace my moves
+Like where I'm coppin' the hard at and how much grams cost
+The mayor of my block, I've been holding the damn torch
+You see he go, it's BZ Mode
+With a Yes Lord, Yeah Man, easy flow
+Times up, rhymes up, man, CD gold
+I take it back to the Ooh and get one sixty dough
+
+[Chorus 2X]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Natural Disaster[Verse 1: Capadonna]
+Imma twist another nigga’s sandwich and get managed
+Puff after puff, my star goin’ demand this
+Reports, numbers, autographs and cameras, uh
+I’m on the scanners, murdering the crowds with good manners
+It’s a lot of rap bandits, not ready to be candidates
+But let’s handle this, show them how to dismantle this bitch
+When I spit, [?] gotta submit, c’mon
+Prophet, always on top of this shit
+Hunger it, 7 days and 7 nights, you need to settle it
+When I was the coach of that dump, I used to meddle, yeah
+Pitbulls is everywhere, yo, my kettle is thick
+[?] keeping the booker for real tea
+You can’t race me, gotta embrace me
+I’m hood, everytime I hear the beat
+Up in everybody hood, everybody know ol’ g
+I hold the microphone, plus I got the rosary
+So when we murder my enemies, nigga, I’m supposed to flee
+Back in this fly, where nobody can see
+Feds got to reason with the kid till the pyramids
+Bout to return will come back like jesus did
+Street conquerors, young life, young sponsorers
+Bout to run up in the spot touch down and get bonkerers
+
+[Verse 2: Amar Divine]
+You’re irrelevant, getting sick informally until I’m normally
+Act off and coast and pose, you see my karma be
+Vibrant, uh huh, it makes me live
+When I walk up bank and take all of your bread
+Doin nuttin level and now we got a night cover
+Party like the same eyed doe is [?]
+Just a second to go, yo, man you dealing with
+Businessmen, enterprise, niggas that flow
+We got king cash sense, we add cents
+For many we the federal laws my cash spent
+Ma sober manner, stealin’ in ma farm grammar
+Clone shit to grow fertilize it with a banner
+Watch me up worth double, I put my nut work
+Rap into a huddle, man, you little tryin big niggas is big trouble
+[Verse 3: WonderWoman]
+I been anointed with the holy oil
+Flow the ink, lets me think clearly
+Wondering minds, fastforward not rewind
+Plan to do the flashbacks futuristic preparations
+Now I know how to react, facing facts, not fantasy
+Virtual reality, meditate, moment of clarity
+Proposing hits, increasing my salary
+Overcoming technicalities
+Daddy’s little girl, mama’s pearl, so i’m prepared
+For the ugly beasts in this world
+But now I got my arsenal ready
+Keeping my strong arm steady
+Goal getting, trendsetting
+Captivating, so amazing trailblazing
+Persevere through the chaos
+Now I’m leaving the booth blazing
+
+[Verse 4: Lounger Low]
+I’m back from the dead like Fred Kruger
+Original head shooter get head on the bed with the let in Aruba
+I took drugs that Michael had and slept for days
+Came back and told Cap, I was rappin’ with dad
+But now I’m like fuck it, I keep my cool
+And if you test, Imma eat your food
+Ya’ll niggas don’t know my streets, fuck boy
+I’m Staten’s most pop’, you don’t know my peeps
+Kept it quiet for a minute stayed away from the beat
+But I tell you one thing, I had to pay for my heat
+So I lounge in the cut with shells, it ain’t hard to tell
+I got that ill shit, sour smells
+Car kill hooligan who used to wild out
+Ow I wanna shoot again, either or you or him
+A ferry boat (boat), I buss one online
+I’m on 17s, you on them old times
+Yeah, uh huh
+[Outro: sample]
+As he talks he paints a picture with words and gesturesEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Parkhill Avenue Crew[Intro:]
+Yeah
+All the time
+Prepare yourself
+Straight up
+[?] about to get real
+Let’s do this
+We do it hood style
+Killer hill all the way to the bottom
+To the top
+Imma get mine you (echoes)
+We gonna get this bread
+Trust me when I tell you
+Let me hold that thing
+[gunshot]
+Hook off (echoes)
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+They tryna replace love in the world with falsehood
+Robots and virtual reality
+Bring slavery back
+Cut everybody's salary
+Lock yourself up for a mere technicality
+Homies say they buggin
+But they not conscious
+I’ve been around the world
+I’ve dealt with a lot of monsters
+Wu tang squad s bonkers
+I’ve been in the rap game for the longest
+Black defenders
+Go to war with the space invaders
+Androids everywhere
+Smash them like potatoes
+Move like pacman
+An original styler
+Honey see my donkey kong
+Is all gallagher
+Tom told cherry to chil
+So I could wild with her
+Three’s company now
+Call it my a team
+All in the family yeah
+We can make clean
+Step it up like the jeffersons
+Have good times
+Hook north in these beats
+Ain’t nuttin like hood times
+Hate is enough
+Be the partridge family
+We the black brady bunch
+Give it out like it’s free lunch
+Yeah
+Four hustler flow
+Got that
+All day with it
+Don’t play with it
+[Verse 2:] [Chunky]
+It’s a different world
+Got a lot of different strokes
+But that’s the facts of life
+Dont take it as a joke
+I’m not batman
+I’m the original black man
+Tellin the kids what to do
+When they see that crack man
+Evidence of fingerprints
+Booby trackers in my ends
+Do god’s plans
+Raise the level of the nubians
+Yeah we the super fans
+Mega bigga hip hop stars
+The stupid [?]
+Tougher than leather
+We all in together
+We never goin sever
+We bringin the tether
+Breaking the sound barrier
+Worldwind
+Shaolin fists
+Black activist
+Young,black, ghetto rich
+I’m down for the brick
+I don’t give a fuck yo
+And I don’t really give a shit
+Imma keep wilding out
+Until I make it to the tip
+Up there
+Somewhere real high
+Airplane to
+So plain
+On the go
+Real, real fast
+Make money on the train yo
+(making the change tho)
+[scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa…
+The great-the-the-the great]
+
+[Verse 3:] [Kash Verranzono]
+I said the town’s built now
+I’m just waiting to give it to em
+I search in his crib
+Bring it straight to his living room
+Grown man blitz
+I’m coming off of the d line
+Tell him fall back
+Take a seat and then recline
+Killer hill bully is back
+I got the whole crew
+30 shot filled to the top
+Give em the whole thing
+I stand clear of niggas that on that sufferin shit
+I will dearly depart
+Anybody you fuckin with
+A savage
+That charlie i’m dumping
+Automatic
+I’ll get your head
+Put in that paper bag
+On plastic
+Gangsta’s turning gullible
+Same hood niggas that look up to you
+And honestly say don’t even fuck with you
+The more you going put in
+Is the more you going get out
+You rocking down new york
+Then afterwards spread out
+You think you going get rid of me
+Really got to be kidding me
+You’d only made me stronger
+You fuckers thought it was killin me
+Guess what
+Zipper your war boots and your vests up
+Cause when i’m done loading with niggas
+You next up
+You smashing on the pedal nigga
+It’s my year
+So realise I ain't goin nowhere
+Homicide
+[Scratching dubs - cap-cap-cap-cappa…
+The great-the-the-the great]
+
+[Verse 4:]
+Yeah
+Uh huh
+Straight from the motherland
+Dick bitches know how to smoke them greens
+They creep through your window like [?]
+This what you get
+Plastic 40
+Invisible cut
+And the camera guy was me
+Poppin spades in the vic
+And they off you
+You stay talking shit
+But it cost you
+You left your fame straight
+But that’s all you
+Bitch nigga
+I’m next door
+I’m on top yo spouse
+Move wrong motherfucker
+Put the blade in her mouth
+Knock her head to the roof
+Just to clear the shit out
+Nigga shot just to get a [?] round on the house
+Talk slick
+And i’m taking you out your misery
+Revolver spinnin in both hands
+Like yosemite
+I’m from the block
+I bet these niggas remember me
+Tryna go the harder way
+Just like timothy
+Pause on dope
+Nigga be on the smack card
+Od on beats
+Motherfucker i’m natural
+Plastic Glock
+Bullets is titanium
+Kinda shit that melt in your hand
+Before you bang on em
+I know you don’t like your view
+But keep hating then
+I hope [?] will put a move
+Off in his cranium
+Bow bow bow bang bow bow
+Bop bop
+Blooooww
+Bbbblllooooow
+Yo cat
+What the fuck is that
+Homicide housing
+Loose lips
+
+[Outro:]
+Hook off (echoes)
+Bang (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Wanted[Intro: KMC (Cappadonna)]
+Remix (Cappadonna, KMC, Wu-Tang, wanted down in Jamaica)
+Wu-Tang, here it is
+
+[KMC]
+Pass me clothes, jump on a beewee
+Playing on my guard, on the yard
+And the caddy bout it, front of me
+Want twenty five dollars, I'm robbed
+But I'm rich, bout the Trinidad, ya'll can look on
+Me want my movement on the art
+Jamaican pool, is all up me up
+Physician me want bumbaclot, know
+
+[Chorus 4X: KMC]
+I'm wanted (wanted) wanted (wanted)
+Wanted in Jamaica
+
+[Cappadonna]
+I'm wanted for a crime that I didn't commit
+Wu-Tang Clan, we never submit
+Throw away the guns, empty the clips
+It just like Jamaica, down in the Bricks
+Gun man move, we don't take no shit
+New kind of gun, we exercise it
+Snake like a silent ninja, get cash
+Go hard, pull heat for the legal tender
+Bad boy movement, never surrender
+Police go wild, whenever we enter
+We in here like power guard center
+Cappadonna, KMC
+Swiss vans up, duck the po-e
+In Jamaica, keep it low d
+Feds come around, tell 'em you don't know me
+You don't know me, you don't know me
+[Chorus 4X]
+
+[KMC]
+You says I pull on the boy, them throw 'em my up
+Get the gun, blood fire, from all the bluff
+All the killy killy boy, them come bumbaclot
+Beenie Man, gon ponder de bumbaclot
+As KMC, said he want bumbaclot
+Police want to lock me up for bumbaclot
+Said me all up in the jets at the bumbaclot
+Boy, I cuff me on lock, boy
+Beenie Man, you coulda tell me
+Bounty Killer could of warned me
+Weed mash, oh boy, you could of showed me
+I would of never disrespect the country
+Look after me, come off the stage
+The whole media going in a rage
+Police want me, locked up in a cage
+Know me, I be in a new page
+
+[Chorus 4X]
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah, man, Cappadonna, KMC
+Wanted, in Jamaica, Wu-Tang Clan
+Killa Beez on the swarm
+This is how we do it, we mix it up to get it popping
+Police not catch us, wanted in America, wantEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Actual Facts[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah
+Another exclusive (uh huh)
+Its that piff for your mind
+Study, get your mind right
+Little homie (I see you)
+Little mama (uh huh)
+Straight up the doctor is in
+Its that penicillin
+Ay yo
+Yeah
+
+[Verse: Cappadonna]
+My eyes all red
+My head filled with blunt smoke
+I'm out here struggling
+And I still can feel hope
+My job not ready
+Paychecks not steady
+I used to sell drugs
+Just me and my man Henny
+Now I'm out here flipping these raps
+To enlighten the youths
+Life is more than selling crack
+On the project stoops
+I came from nothing
+But I always kept my roots
+Don't floss on them
+Show them how to stack their loot
+Intelligent minds we think alike
+Utilize my gift
+Music make people unite
+Spirits uplift, see through the sun's light
+The kids loving it
+My universal sound
+And yo I do it for the public
+We discovery shit
+All my fans want to cuddle with this
+Protect my family from the police sticks
+Pancakes, grits in the morning at six
+Hot boys running up in the bricks
+Welfare mixtape yeah fame (?)
+I eat them beats up
+Man pass a toothpick
+[Hook]
+Yo we never going to stop
+Getting this paper
+As long as we black you can count on that
+And if you from the projects
+Yo we got your back
+Best believe, true indeed
+That's an actual fact
+Yo we never going to stop
+Getting this paper
+As long as we black you can count on that
+And if you from the projects
+Yo we got your back
+Best be believing son
+Ayo its actual factEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+C.A.P.P.A.[Intro:]
+Yo I’m an artist
+I draw pictures
+Same ol’ shit
+Different day
+I’m not a hater
+I’m a participator
+Hard times and prophecy
+I’m a hip hop entrepreneur
+Spiritual rap in guerilla warfare
+I’m a legend in the game
+Concrete jungle life in the world
+I dedicate this one to all them artist
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+Some of ya’ll say you can’t understand me
+Cause you don’t know the science of a nigga with a [?]
+Came from the slums
+Now I got more funds
+The more paper
+The more I see the hate come
+I’m out here tryna get a little break from the snakes and the jakes them
+Gotta shake them
+Give a lot back
+Now I gotta make some
+I don’t trust none of ya’ll
+You could be a fake one
+Friends are enemies
+Enemies turned friends
+Don’t judge me
+Cause we all got the same sins
+I’m a hustler
+Entrepreneur
+You a customer
+You want me to do it
+Keep coming [?] in that floor
+Make a honey jump to it an screw it
+Nuttin to fool with it
+Go to school with it
+Still drive jewels with it
+Flowing on cruise with it
+And i’m gonna do with it
+What I gotta do with it
+Till i’m through with it
+Brother you can go and spread the news with it
+Yeah
+Uh
+[Chorus:]
+C-a-pp-a [x3]
+Check it out yea
+
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+My nigga roughs that speedy game up
+Niggas wanna rock with the hot potatoes
+Ain’t no thing
+Cause a nigga go in
+Tell you motherfuckers
+Yo you are not the greatest
+Tell the dj stop the faders
+Bring it back to the top of playlist
+Every night you niggas get it right
+Every nigga with a mic
+Wanna spit some pages
+Well nothing is safe
+Straight anus
+You a homo thug that got famous
+Don’t wanna hear your thought
+You little wack report
+Your lifestyle don’t fuckin entertain us
+It’s all fake nigga
+Stick to the basics
+Drugs, moneys, hoes, no innovation
+I’m too real for your radio station
+Djs might lose their jobs they try to play this
+[Chorus]
+C-a-pp-a [x7]
+Consider all poor people acceptable
+
+[Sample ominous sound Gunshot]
+Hook off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Project Kids[Intro:]
+Yeah
+Getting this money
+Stay like that
+Fuck everybody
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+Cracks in my pocket
+I’m only 17
+Can’t wait till i’m older
+So I can do independent things
+Well first i’ll have money
+Then I got bad diet
+Thought out high school
+Imma fuck up that
+Pray that god don’t judge me
+For all of my wrongs
+So I forgive all of ya’ll niggas
+And I put it in a song, c’mon
+If you fucked up the way that I did
+Then you more than just a baby
+You a project kid
+You probably shitted on yourself
+And you proud of where you come from
+Most niggas in the hood see no good
+Why you think people hear shots and they don’t run
+Stuck with this loaf of bread
+A couple stale slices
+Eat with tea cause got it wrapped in ice chips
+Look at the black guy
+He got 30 white chicks
+Yeah we fight hard
+And we spark purple night sticks
+Urkel type witch
+With classy ass chicks
+That love me for me
+Cause I master that bitch
+Stuntin african nigga
+Yea
+It ain’t nothing for us to get dirty
+Always keep a big scrape on our knees since big wheels
+Fresh for you
+It’s hot in the pjs
+I think you smell good, you look good, you feel good
+[?] you can make it tryna fake it
+Come on man be yourself
+I know how you feel
+Michael jackson said it starts with the man in the mirror
+Michael jackson shit
+[Verse 2:] [Amar divine]
+Sometime it get cold up in my zone man
+Two to the head just staring at the microphone
+Like yo
+I can just see starting to blow
+And get some money real quick
+Cause everybody making dough
+Maybe i’ll simplify my rhyme a little sum’in
+I talk a lot of shit
+And never say nuttin
+Reduce the realness
+I’ll amplify the front
+Make it seem like i’m dumb as fuck
+And I don’t know nuttin
+I’d like that life (i bet you would)
+The world train nigga
+Glorified kill in the zone
+To get some fame nigga
+Flav used to live in the house
+With the same niggas
+Passengers bought in crib
+Got them plane tickets
+Send his monkey ass on tour
+Make sure he say what he’s supposed to say
+Nuttin more
+God forbid these niggas start making sense
+God forbid real players got a ball from bench
+You dig
+Are you sure
+That’s who you are
+Are you the person
+You wanna be
+And do you wake up nights and find
+You got an unclear conscience
+You got an unclear mind]
+[Verse 3:] [Show Stoppa]
+I was raised on welfare
+With no health care
+But now I’m a man
+And I don’t need no help yea
+Cause now i’m on the block
+Building up my welfare
+Cause to me now
+The picture’s more clear
+You don’t understand
+What it takes to be a man
+Cause now I got the world in my hands
+So I plan
+To get more money in my hand
+So motherfuck you if you don’t understand
+Every woman, every man
+We all need a plan
+So it’s my duty to do all that I can
+To formulate and stand
+But now you want us dead
+So cap said run
+So I ran, damn
+
+[Sample]
+… But when one of your brothers is down
+That’s when you supposed to stand up
+You know what i’m sayin
+And be strong
+And be their clutch
+So that….]
+Are you sure
+That’s who you are
+Are you the person
+You wanna be
+And do you wake up nights and find
+You got an unclear conscience
+You got an unclear mind]
+All them white people
+I forgot my shit
+Hold up
+BlahhhhhblablahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+We Hood Rich Now[Intro]
+Yo
+What up kid
+2009 shit right here
+Back out the bing son
+Uh
+Feels real nice
+Let's do this (Spark it)
+Yeah yeah
+Woo
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo
+This pain ain't nothing I feel
+Than what I felt when I was selling out
+Out on the strip, crack dealt
+The knocks rolled, chicks yelped, my momma said help
+Judge hit me with a two-to-four
+My life got shelfed
+Back out the bing now, doing for self
+My seeds want daddy back, that's why daddy pack
+Baby mom screams like she's all that
+Give her stacks she (?)
+Like I sold drugs now I do rap
+Hood rich, do rag
+Too bad, you mad
+Still my pen pop off
+Two pass, my crew move (?)
+Golden ass
+Golden glass
+Something could get stolen real fast
+Niggas who be holding cash
+Hood rich, quick go get masks
+Fly whips, drove 'em and crashed
+And honeys is all that
+Ride poles and laugh
+[Hook]
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+Uh
+
+[Verse 2]
+Coordinate
+Get my life straight
+Don't exaggerate
+Meditate
+Stretch the weight
+Step in the gate
+Kept in they face
+Slept in their state
+Cappachino the great
+Get cake, get chicks
+Get bricks, get new kicks
+I don't play tricks its hood rich
+Cut a nigga if he ever should snitch
+Honeys, love 'em good and thick
+We give 'em good stick
+This the hood shit
+The floss and the royalty, love and all this
+How you call this
+Me and my baby mothers veggies and all fish
+(?) on all gifts
+Tough drugs, tough hugs, tough lugs
+And can't nobody do it like us 'cause
+[Hook]
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+We hood rich now
+UhEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Alumni[Intro:]
+[?]
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+I jump off the building
+I land in first class
+I was only 13
+When she gave me my first ass
+I remember KC gave Sherman a dirt back
+From the wild streets
+Where nobody say we worth trash
+Put God first, then vocabulary, church maths
+Quiet, go higher
+Then you start to admire
+Swing Reverend in the house
+You steppin in my fire
+Bells ring
+Angels appear
+I throw spears
+Beyond the clouds
+Yea I sing it for every child
+When go go foul
+I feed mine from exile
+So special
+Peep ma next style
+Guaranteed to get the flex out
+Never stressed out
+Came back and now he’s stressed out
+Up in the hills with black
+My dawg remo
+Watched my team glow
+Let the steam blow
+Still on my theme tho
+So all ya’ll brothers
+Better line up and pay attention
+Haters and enemies better line up for detention
+Me and my henchmen
+Moving like french men
+Burn the dutch master
+Burn good incense
+The harder we go
+The shit get intense
+Niggas fuck around
+It’s goin be a bad incident
+Sue woo
+36 chambers in an instant
+Never get fenced it
+Coco [echoes]
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+You make em’ listen
+Came to give em what they missin
+Turn this whole game
+Into a verbal composition
+Life, position be like that of a right
+He ain’t holding a pen
+Like what the fuck should I write
+See everybody here be on the sterotype
+I ain’t the one to follow suit
+Ain’t wearing your tights
+Will know with my intelligence
+Search for higher heights
+Seeking better understanding
+Words like advice
+From christ or buddha
+A vicious barracuda
+Rhymes like pen on [?]
+So they consume us
+You heard i’m nice
+Well i’m better than the rumors
+Can hardly even fathom
+How we making these moves
+You blessed or sumtin
+Are you next door frontin
+You may made this shit
+But you can’t take nothin away
+We either get broke or get paid
+Better make your choice
+Or get the fuck up out the way nigga
+[Verse 3:] [Don Shae]
+Shae the Ape
+Gorilla like King Kong
+Yea..move them things back and forth
+Like ping pong
+Michael Corleone
+Pinky ring on what?
+I kill a beat
+Getting the sting on
+Now pulverise anything that i’m on
+I keep swing on
+These corners you clingin on to
+You wanna ride or collide
+Bring it on
+Guns been supplied
+The silencer spinned it on
+Let’s get it on
+For sure get your fitted on
+Mac 11, squeeze til his middle’s gone
+I don’t nuts or force cups
+With bad chicks
+Who grown up but fold up
+When the man kick
+Mad gits wanna clash with the beast
+It’s like jurassic park
+Not a rap to the [?]
+Enemies wanna pass in the street
+The only way you pass
+Is when I pass the heat
+[Outro:]
+Hook Off (echoes)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Spiritual Love[Intro:]
+Riddim me a culture ya’ll
+
+[Sample of spiritual love Chorus]
+Where my homeboys and homegirls?
+You already know
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+You don’t have to be at the studio
+Just to let the verse out
+That spiritual love in your heart
+Just let it burst out
+Spiritual love let the mice in the church out
+It’s the feeling that you get
+When you grow up on the right route
+For the trials is what you know
+Life is all about
+Forgiveness overcomes sins
+And hell will hold town
+That’s why imma hold it down
+For all the people that are still loving
+Come around
+Wishing the best for ‘em
+Never want them on the ground
+Staten island, worldwide
+Put aside your pride
+Killing hate shit
+No more black on black crime
+Focus on the present
+And leave the past behind
+Dig deep inside yourself
+And you’re sure to find
+Find your spiritual love
+Self and mankind
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+Look how long we’ve been striving and growing
+Look at life compared to what you knowing
+We see the facts son
+We the chosen
+Children of the most high god
+Who could oppose him
+Which emotion here
+Could ever elevate
+To the critical control
+A nigga separate
+This is spiritual love
+That we reciprocate
+One god, one life, one truth
+Eliminate confusion
+It’s what the devil like to do
+See i’m a soldier in the army of god
+I rebuke him with the power that’s invested
+We manifest it
+We couldn’t stop it even if you could arrest it
+Ma niggas poppin on the corner light refreshments
+Get back into the crib and [?] for their assessments, huh
+Could be the best shit a nigga ever cop
+And ain't no violence in the verse
+And so we make them buss a shot [blap]
+[Spiritual love sample]
+
+[Verse 3:] [Nakeeba Amaniyea]
+Seh well the most high will guide and protect them
+Deliver weee
+They try a ting but no quiver or shiver
+Reverse situation
+Damn near the damnation
+Being hurt in my bases
+Can’t leave the plantation
+You see
+Blatantly fragrantly
+Outdo your agents
+Disgusting, you must think my people are vagrant
+Empty you tempt me
+Relentless for centuries
+Repentance, my vengeance
+Is promised to [?] zeen
+I read your messages
+Make your
+Spit with diversity
+None of that before rap
+Cold rap assume that
+Spiritually healing
+Catch those feelings
+Exposing the dealings
+Pride for the biblical
+Flows criticals
+Spit fire
+Brought you to my burp
+Umbilical
+Bun captivity
+Baptism lyrical
+True salvation is spiritual
+Amaniyea
+[Spiritual love]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Holdin’[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Park Hill Productions... that's my word
+Diggiler... yo
+
+[Cappadonna]
+It's more lonely at the bottom, than it is on top
+More niggas grinding it out, making it hot
+It's me, I straight hustle and be cabbin' a lot
+Cappadon', same brothers get stabbed and shot
+I'm in the hood with ya'll, for real, ready to rock
+And I hold the big shit like Big and Pac
+Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot
+Come on, test my spot, come on, test my spot
+
+[Lounge Lo]
+Aiyo, I spun through the ghetto, took a flick of the struggle
+The big boy pushing the hard youngings, getting in trouble
+Told the Don that I needed a hustle, and so he told the kid
+You rock tanktops and need no muscle
+But I live for the block, my wife and babies
+And baby moms out of town, is like 'fuck you, pay me'
+Killah Hill 10304, that's what made me
+I'm in the hood, so good with it, fuck 'em who hate me
+
+[Chorus: sample (Cappadonna)]
+Oh, I'm holding (more love and knowledge)
+Yes, I'm holding (want a sound kids in college)
+Oh, I'm holding (more ice and paper)
+Yes, I'm holding (we gotta see where life gon' take us)
+Oh, I'm holding (more love and tricks)
+Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks)
+Oh, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks)
+Yes, I'm holding (we gotta hold our head in the bricks)
+[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, we travel through the world in expensive life
+Made it through the difficulty and we came out right
+We be in the clubs all night, smoking and drinking
+Wake up early in the morning, start working the ink pen
+While the beats in our circonference, manipulating the mind
+We on the blocks hustling, participating the grind
+Or associating with snitches, protect our riches
+Superstars in the hood, what, slums and ditches
+That's straight New York shit, feds take our pictures
+We live in vanglorious times and beautiful days
+Of amped, from the former life, now we kings
+Yo, the struggle is for real, sometime we had to rob and steal
+Just the ghetto way of life, hustling, keeping it real
+Respect this, if you know how it feel, uno
+Longevity, we on the come up, Park Hill Productions
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Uh, with Park Hill 10304
+Park Hill Productions, what up B-Rock?
+My brother Bizzy, what's really doo-doo, man? (suuuuu)
+Young spark that booga foot
+(Let's get it, 06, The Cappatilize Project)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Help the Brovas[Intro:]
+Help the Brovas
+Yeah
+Got to keep getting this money
+Early bird catches the worm
+Still hungry
+Yes yes
+Need that paper on all levels man
+Ain't nobody getting money like you
+Hold me down
+Straight up and down
+Fuck a bitch trying to eat
+Yo.. Check it out
+
+[Verse 1:] [Cappadonna]
+Beats is banging
+Yo Its chunky in here
+Honeys is gorgeous, looking good
+It’s funky in here
+Its beamed out, you might see a junky in here
+Wave rider, homicide houser blow blowser
+My team is fresh like baby powder
+Step back
+See through porches
+Clam chowder
+Creamed up
+Shiny boots
+My mind is on thower
+Money love powder
+I get Beats
+I knock them shits off in a hour
+Crazy Air Mikes
+Throw back as Eddie Bower
+Creamy felines in the executive tower
+We crazy getting hours
+More money, more sex, more love and hate
+Blind faith
+Without that cannon you not safe
+I’m in a hoodie like Trayvon
+Black colored face
+Bag full of scrapes
+We’re the slaves that escaped
+New York State
+Heavy weight
+Hip hop cake
+Everybody else better move from the gate
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+Yeah man
+Try to motherfucking help who you can help
+Know what I mean
+First of all you gotta make sure you can help yourself man
+Ya’mean
+And with all these niggas tryna keep a nigga down
+That ain't helping nobody
+First of all get your own shit right
+Then talk about helping other niggas get right
+Y’know what i’m saying [?]
+We outstanding
+We out standing on the block
+Watching everybody
+Probably wanna be a cop
+You get a job
+Cause you're not a hard rock
+And nigga we don’t give a fuck
+About the jewels that niggas got [fuck that]
+You like jewels well I’ll give you one to sell[?]
+Your image see through
+And all your rhymes sound
+Now think about ways
+To try and make some money
+My album’s wholesale
+You can take a couple from me
+Blocks
+And george’s moving like rocks
+To get your money back
+Not time
+Invest them in stocks
+On an uprise you can’t lose
+You’d rather be tough guys with bad news
+My niggas right man
+Help the Brovas
+I ain’t gotta rep no
+Matter fact you gotta be careful who you rep these days
+You help them get through certain levels
+Then they be like fuck you
+Nah’mean yo fuck you
+Nah’mean
+I don’t trust nobody but God
+Straight up
+Heh
+Straight up
+What it be like
+Spliff Star
+Spliff
+I’m a soldier
+And I’m strapped like the Taliban
+I’m in the streets
+Chasing nothing but these holograms
+Happy Days motherfucker
+Richie Cunningham
+I’m no snitch like Nino
+More like dunnaman
+Cain and Abel days nigga
+Watch your brother man
+She don’t love you
+She lyin’
+She with tha other man
+This world’s fucked up
+And they accept that
+Little bad work nigga
+I’ll stretch that
+I gotta eat, got kids
+Got bills to pay
+My chest alight
+Day and night
+For that money made
+Cops looking for the kid
+Like I’m a runnaway
+I’m like fuck it gingerbread man
+Catch me when you can
+Help the brovas
+[Song fades to end]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Intro]
+I want you to listen, everybody comfortable? (Yeah)
+We need a man to open our eyes
+We need a man to make us hear again
+We need a man to make us live again
+And I'm telling you that black man is in America todayEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Genoside[Intro:]
+Hook off [echoes]
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1:] [Don Shae]
+Yo this is for the niggas
+That’s killin theyselves
+Put hits out on each other
+For the fame and the wealth
+Got portraits of black devils
+Reveal theyself
+That’s so genocide shit
+I seen it from before
+I seen it with my third eye
+That rap took a fall
+Yo my spirit got involved
+Souls were turned demon
+Women got infected
+And burned by the semen
+I seen them posted up
+Drunk on [?]
+On they forehead
+Was a mark that’s no good
+Brothers act like taking life
+More than making life
+The lord had to take away
+Their hearing and sight
+Like come on man
+Hating on don
+Cause I shed light
+I just war with the mic
+I’d like to be more effective
+Brothers should respect it
+Forcing rap to get rejected
+[sirens and gunshot]
+
+[Verse 2:] [Cappadonna]
+Hey yo I’m still alive
+But you pro’b I dead yea
+I’m redline, sports bra on the red ‘vet
+I’m in the money race
+A honey race
+Is what you dummies chase
+Choppin chunks of [?]
+Up on my brother’s plate
+Bookin stacks at a lovely pace
+Hustle on the boulevard
+Cause I trust in god
+When I hustle hard
+This rhyme time
+Tryna bubble like hot lard
+It’s crime time
+And we [?] slime
+You poptart
+You rock hard
+Like [?] zero
+Layin berettas
+Stash boxes with [?] and cheddar
+My plan clever
+A damn terror
+Like al zackowi
+Like scarface
+Instead i’m blowing pounds in cali
+Like baseball
+I rush you know if you foul me
+Shell cases and numbers down
+Try to surround me
+Too much luck
+Can’t pick it up with the bounty
+My head’s above water
+But they tryna to drown meEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Live Ya Life[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Yeah
+Sure as I live I'm going to get mine
+Straight up and down Pillage forever
+Ayo, ayo
+We sat up in the booth last night
+On some ill shit
+Put our minds together
+Start spitting the real shit
+Market these darts get a deal real quick
+Yo me and my brother lounging we hustle for chips
+We on the road often
+Living, we forced to win
+Blowing on your mindstate yo of course (?)
+While Lil Wayne got your brain
+Yo we doing the same
+We make music hood yo
+Collect our change
+We drop the flavor
+All over the world like rain
+Reincorporate our life and mix it with street pain
+We been through this shit
+We not new to the game
+Ladies love how we drop the hits
+We make movie premiers
+Get money and we pop the flicks
+Its all love baby girl
+Not money and drugs
+Its no turning back
+Yo its the life we live
+We hustle everyday
+Grind hard, raise the kids
+And we don't waste time out here
+We know what it is
+Live your life
+Live your life
+Its your biz
+[Verse 2 (?)]
+Yo know the airplane flights
+Gym shows in London
+I hit the booth
+Spit darts to attract this pumping
+Spread love to the fans
+Get the whole crowd jumping
+And me I move well like Barack on something
+Lay back on that tour bus
+I caught a thought of getting money, burning piff
+And yeah busting more nuts
+Jokes, I laugh
+Some niggas mind they own
+Some talk shit, but get choked and stabbed
+Listen
+I'm the one who be choking the pad
+From Staten Island, Park Hill who be scoping your flag
+Mama love said do it baby, you go boy
+Peace to Sham
+You know that nigga he so 'roid
+I need money like Jay-Z
+A house like Lil Wayne
+A Kanye beat, no T-Pain
+Change my voice, picture me doing that
+Yall know the kid and the shit that I do with Cap
+Yo its no turning back, its the life we live
+We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids
+And we don't waste time out here, we know what it is
+Live your life
+Live your life
+Its your biz
+[Verse 3: Cappadonna]
+We like pretty women
+Big jewelry and fly wardrobes
+Crazy kicks, we like to be at the shows
+Getting our fresh on
+Breaking ballers, never faking moves
+We on some late night shit, honeys is right
+Dim lights, the crowds gather, the crews post up
+Mad swagger, everybody comfortable
+Its crazy how I bump into you
+Dimes is cute (?)
+Rhyme and puff roots
+Get off your stoops, support truth
+(?) for roots for rap
+Never let the mind go back
+Take our time and recline back
+Live life, cherish life, cherish the mic, inherit the sight
+Mi casa es su casa
+Man straight up and down, do what you gots to
+Give a little, take a little
+Bring it in the middle and get diddled
+Its no turning back
+Yo this the life we live
+We hustle everyday, grind hard, raise the kids
+And we don't waste time out here
+We know what it is
+Live your life
+Live your life
+Its your bizEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+In The Dungeon[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Down in the dungeon I be drinking and smoking
+Niggas wanna judge me and fuck with my emotions
+I'm too pressed to be stresses never the less
+Some got the best of me, I failed a few tests
+I'd rather build with you than hate you with this tec
+A big OG, peace to my nigga Deck
+Peace to whoever showed me love and respect
+In the dungeon, yah you better protect your neck
+If you know about piff the (?)
+The dungeon is not (?)
+Mad chicks in the dungeon, never upset
+Share 'em with the whole crew right after the (?)
+Lot of niggas in the dungeon with unpaid debts
+Try not to live life with a bunch of regrets
+In the dungeon yah you got to learn the steps
+In the dungeon shh quiet as (?)
+
+[Hook: (?)]
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)
+[Verse 2: (?)]
+Ball and chain
+(?) straight for one's mentality
+One man's mentality wasn't getting a salary
+He was lost in a world so big
+No wife, no kids, no car, no business
+Useless
+No DJ, clueless
+Where'd they do this
+Yo that's foolish
+To even fake or live life like that
+You got to grab it by the nut sack
+Yo in fact
+You gotta take charge, make change
+Switch your lane
+Its not the same
+Never you mind the drug game
+You'll get more from the blood bank
+You better think
+Or just go hit a bank then
+Reality sets in he's starting to think
+How much time would he take in the bank
+When reality sets in he's starting to think
+How much time's he gonna spend in the clank?
+
+[Hook: (?)]
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)
+We been digging all day
+We been digging all night
+(In the dungeon)EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Free Lunch[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+First off get them in the bed
+Take they shirts off
+(?) the weed and thizz
+Honeys love me like this
+Ice wrists and deep dish
+Five 25th yo my swag is the compass
+Black a proud, a nigga whatever I accomplish
+Mama Hills son, I carry a real gun
+But when I steal something catch all of my shells
+Hardbody is the case, my brain's in the cell
+My heart's like a prison
+Yeah my thoughts is hell
+I'm out here, I see the shit when I spark my L
+I'm free now
+I feel like I escaped from jail
+I move like a wiseman making my bail
+Governments plant fear in their mail
+I don't fail
+My thoughts stay fresh on my niggas that don't squeal
+Papi (?), freedom mean more than a bitch
+I'm going to grind hard all day and get these chips
+
+[Verse 2: (?)]
+I move with them niggas who shake dog
+A couple of eight balls
+And know when to shake them jakes off
+Its late night so I gotta get cake dog
+And tell a bitch I'll beat her girlfriend (?)
+Ain't nothing to (?)
+We could face off
+And after that dude, I'm back getting that base off
+If the drought come I cake off
+And get money
+Double up, sit in the truck
+Lay low where its nice and sunny
+Hold the blam down
+I started thinking of self
+Like this is my man's town
+I'm on the regular
+B-boy city mix
+You niggas live
+But this is how B-Easy get
+I slide through with a crew that's Su-Wu
+Hundred niggas on bikes out the one-six-oohEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Show[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, I went uptown in the middle of May
+I seen a young lady, she was coming my way
+I tipped my hat, I said "How do you do?
+You looking mighty good in that white and blue"
+She said "Damn, Cap, you looking good yourself
+I wouldn't wanna be with nobody else"
+She had a, nice smile, pretty complexion
+But all she needed was a little affection
+So I grabbed her hand and said "come home with me
+We could go to my house, and watch some TV"
+But when we got to my house, we slouched on the couch
+Next thing you know, I had my tongue in her mouth
+Hold up, hold up, hold up... hold up, hold up...
+Now... now... hold up...
+We had sex, right, all due respect
+She sent me to the store to buy some Kotex
+Hold up... I said, "Hey, baby girl, what would you have?
+Stay Fresh and Freee or just Maxi Pads"
+Get 'em...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Net Surfin’[Intro: Cappadonna]
+Yeah
+This where we at
+That's right man
+Scrape that pot
+(?)
+You already know what it is
+This one is for the kids
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+I'm not trying to be bragging
+But I ain't have a lot
+I came up from the street
+I used to live in the spot
+All my homies that I know
+We used to hustle and sell blow
+And its like I don't even like to talk about it no more
+But its my life
+And its how I used to live
+Now I do what I got to do to feed my kids
+Make me want to jump on something, do another sting
+But if I slip on that, I'm going to be in the bing
+And my queen, she don't understand
+I tell her to chill
+But that's why Jack didn't want to be with Jill
+(?) still bill, all of my dogs too
+We just always want to eat better
+Move around different places and sleep better
+Get paper, floss lovely and spark the bubbly
+Its our nature to be the best at what we create
+Now lets make a wager
+We got the flavor, chicks love us (That's right)
+How we put it in, yah come here pudding
+Everything is on point
+Me and my nigga (?) roll joints
+The misfits
+My thoughts lose it
+I make music and play stupid
+Do something, never knew I'd do it
+Uh
+[Break: Cappadonna]
+You can tell
+I'm from the fast time
+Just to get by, just to pass time
+My momma ain't raised no fool
+All of my niggas did past crimes
+All of my dogs dead
+Now you on your family thing
+Represent no matter what
+Don't throw away the ring
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting
+Being the world surgeon
+For some reason yo I wasn't certain
+Never gave up on my sacrifice
+Just to see my squad working
+I'm still net surfing
+(x2)
+
+[Verse 2: (?)]
+You could feel like the vapors
+Open up your jugular vein like razors
+Baby
+Dream make up
+Skyscraper
+Stop niggas in motion
+Like a taser
+Hi hater
+Street code lay low
+Connect clientele together like Lego
+This muscle, with no muzzle
+Super Bowl, last down no huddles
+Godfather
+Niggas don't believe
+Till you bring the heat like lava
+My poverty in HD
+(?)
+And we the definition of wave
+Shots of action like Scorscese
+Money the theme, Illuminati bar codes
+Power in numbers
+When you hunting for the green
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+Stomach hurting, I'm still flirting
+Being the world surgeon
+For some reason yo I wasn't certain
+Never gave up on my sacrifice
+Just to see my squad working
+I'm still net surfing
+(x2)
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+I remember when I used to be a little shorty
+I thought I knew it all
+I thought i had the answers to everything
+You couldn't tell me nothing
+I was one of them little smart bad little niggas
+Snot nosed
+Huh
+Yeah I just knew I had all the answers
+Huh
+You think about thatEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down, Pt. 2[Cappadonna]
+You can't keep a good man down
+Don't force my hand, It's the original black man
+The spies are rejected, I came through when my life was hectic
+God raised me up though, Brought me through a tuff time
+I couldn't put it in rhymes
+I was coked up and weeded, I travel with the heaters
+I was being seduced by all of these spiritual readers
+Looking into my future, Tryna stop my shine
+Eating from the forbidden trees, They was after my mind
+But the burden wasn't heavy enough
+To many dudes kept passing me dust
+My ex-wife, Cutting up chickens, Rituals in the graveyard
+Didn't have no effect on me cause I was walking with God
+Warlocks and feminims, Tryna keep me away from Lounge and Kim and them
+Knowing that my family tree
+Will give me strength when the Devil try to drop his G
+Got me caught up in a circle of fire
+Momma told me that the Devil was a lier
+So I smoke more weed and I started to get higher
+I gave up all of my possessions and all of my attire
+I fasted, And I become more closer with the Messiah
+At the same time, These Devils try to keep me blind
+Thinking I forgot about Christmas time
+Like they was nimrod, And had my balls hanging on a branch
+On some Santa Claus shit they invaded my ranch
+Looking at me all dumb like I'm an ordinary lamb
+But I'm a sheep in a green pasture, I see past ya
+I stopped, And I took a look at the slave and his masterEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Aluma Knotty[Intro:]
+Yea
+Shakazulu
+Original shazee
+Amar
+Pyramids
+We beyond that project shit yo
+[?]
+We kick it now
+Willie bobo
+Fucked up
+I ain’t gotta tell ya’ll niggas so so yeah
+Never that
+Keep my eyes on the po po
+Nah
+It’s only weed nigga
+It’s no blow nigga nah
+
+[Verse 1:} [Cappadonna]
+You can see me live with ma niggas tho
+Gotta make moves keep my eyes on the popo yo
+I need mad room
+Yeah nigga, elbow
+15 acres of land
+Plus the velcro
+Pings in my rear
+I’m telling them hell no
+It’s that bi
+Next thing they be all in your cell tho
+Homeland security
+Should be a newborn
+Satellite
+Zooming in on everything that going on
+Fake milk
+Rotten eggs
+Poisoning cow meat
+Fuck with the system
+Say i’m letting my child speak, yea
+It’s been a wild weak
+Molly in ma system
+Cause i’m out on these fast streets
+Police hating on me
+They don’t like how my style be
+That deep ass posse shit
+[?] in maui
+Ol’ youn nigga gave that motherfucker [?]
+[Verse 2:] [Amar Divine]
+Run this game nigga
+Lock, stock and barrel
+Nigga want front
+But they sporting our apparel
+Speak against us
+But only talking bout us
+That’s why we moving in
+Roads that’s never travelled
+Expiration, deeper investigation
+Every obstacle
+More knowledge in the making
+If it’s possible we get in deeper conversation
+Philosophical, scientific combination
+Before that, snitching corporations
+No illuminati
+It’s the business aspirations
+For the black administration
+Who lack the motivation
+Looking like america’s ready for the taking
+Terrorism, talking longer on the television
+Fresh, new ideas
+We goin make em listen
+Why?
+Cause we talking with
+Advertising budget [?] in your favorite shows
+[Verse 3:] [Show stoppa]
+Seen your eye in the fire
+Lions and tigers
+It’s a jungle out here
+Somebody’s always dying
+Mothers is crying
+Babies is dying
+Disease is at an all time high an
+And gasoline I at the highest it ever been
+But who’s to blame
+Whose name can we call
+Fucked up
+We all seen the buildings fall
+But still I keep a clear mind
+For the next time
+Looking for another airplane to pass by
+I keep an eye in the sky
+Put my hand on my gun
+I’m not a trackstart so you know I don’t run
+But when disaster strikes
+Casualties will happen
+Look at all the bodies they pulled from out of manhattan
+Attend to the plot
+Ten years and they’d already forgot
+9/11 was a dirty plot
+[Outro:]
+Hook off (echoes)
+
+[After track epilude]
+Every thursday night
+Your martial arts class
+I go down
+To the legal beagle
+See if jack chapper is there
+If we exchange gloves
+He gets three points
+If he wins
+If I win
+I [?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Freestyle[Cappadonna]
+Aiyo, I'm all fucked up, like them niggas in the struggle be
+I look good on the outside, but got dust in me
+I'm vexed, I spent all my life in the projects
+You could never know what's next
+Even though I rap, I could still go broke
+Rob and sell coke
+Doing life for catching a body, ain't no joke
+Fuck dope, nigga, I used to sell crack
+I hate to be like that, but it's real like that
+I got locked up mad times in the Hill
+I been to Fishscale, Mohawk, Sing-Sing
+El Mira, Shock Two
+So if you feel like me fuck me, then fuck you
+Yeah...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+It’s A Man’s World[Intro]
+Yo yo right here
+This one is for the banana gang
+Yeah
+Word up
+Bust them banana clip thangs
+Shh
+Know what I’m saying
+Gladiator posse (Get ‘em)
+C’mon let’s go
+
+[Verse 1]
+I got a fetish for hot chicks
+Hot cars, trucks, fly whips
+Seventeen I got whipped
+Crack, drugs, guns, all kinds of shit
+I used to be in the bricks
+Like a stray dog, petty crimes
+Young homies with no minds carry nines
+The pain made me stronger
+The blocks getting longer
+Police (?) type shit over (?)
+New York overboard nigga
+See Digga
+Postcard, can’t afford the sticker
+What the fuck nigga
+This shit is ridiculous
+Get with this
+Mosey with the go-getters
+Hats, Nikes, and sweaters
+The back of the pound pound
+Straight crazy head trips
+I’m a fuck up, child support victim
+Off my rocker, I don’t know just pop you
+Black out like my lost dog
+Religious rap doctor, beef stopper, peace popper
+Give me love, give me crazy hugs
+Yeah I’m better when I’m down with serious thugs
+Certain niggas can’t be at the clubs
+They be in the valley in the shadow of death
+Hope niggas never lose they step
+Arm or head either
+This one is like ether
+I’m not yalls teacher
+Yall like Halloween, Bush, and Easter
+I just sit up in the booth and I bust the beats up
+(Get ‘em)
+[Outro]
+Uh huh
+Now’s the time
+Now-now-now’s the time
+For us to come amongst this nation
+This nation of rap artists
+And give homage to the palmers
+The Heckle and the Jeckyll
+Big Don
+(?)
+Nigga
+(?) part two
+This catfish ain't allowed around here
+Fucking boys
+YeahEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Bar B Que[Verse 1: (?)]
+Ok
+Let's go now
+We in the summertime
+Watching a dice game
+Chicks walk by
+Fly with nice frames
+Small shoe, long hair, and a (?)
+She get me out the block
+I might give her my real name
+Everybody out playing
+Plus the water's on
+Stones on the corner
+Getting their quarters on
+Chick still beefing over this one's meatball
+And brothers act like a fool
+Like they don't know about (?)
+Live at the barbecue
+Pasta and meat sauce
+A little kid full now
+From eating like three dogs
+Bathroom closed plus liquor store runs
+Another box of beer and some hamburger buns
+People getting together and doing our 2-step
+No matter where you from or what crew you rep
+I like these days we can all have fun
+Just set aside all the beef and put down your gun
+Let's have a barbecue
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+That's a good time
+That's a cookout
+That's a barbecue
+People dancing, enjoying themselves
+Get your black books out
+Its a good time, its a good life
+At the barbecue
+Honey's eating, laughing
+We socializing hope you doing that too
+Its a good time, its a good life
+At the cookout
+At the barbecue
+Nobody's charging you
+Its a barbecue, its a barbecue
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+The fly yellow Wallys
+Beef steak Charlies
+Me and my shortys
+Piff and my co-ds
+We up in this bitch like
+Nigga we're O.G.s
+More money, more love
+Soul in the four keys
+Devil back there
+Sip wine, eat hoagies
+Never kill nothing if we ain't got to go deep
+The barbecue's good
+We don't fuck with that pork meat
+New York creep country (?) and grill beef
+Jive bone, tell mom her greens are still sweet
+We all love like family out in the street
+Run (?)
+Sodas in the freezer
+Oh look at that, she's a skeezer
+Block fever
+Positive god degree, African cheeba
+Can we meet up on the roof tonight
+Coming out the speaker
+I'm getting weaker
+Music in the woman philosophically
+Peaced up, East up
+All of my dogs is creased up
+Feast up, wrap it up
+Wrapping pheasant
+While I'm grabbing a tea cup
+Nigga the barbecue is tweaked up
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+That's a good time
+That's a cookout
+That's a barbecue
+People dancing, enjoying themselves
+Get your black books out
+Its a good time, its a good life
+At the barbecue
+Honey's eating, laughing
+We socializing hope you doing that too
+Its a good time, its a good life
+At the cookout
+At the barbecue
+Nobody's charging you
+Its a barbecue, its a barbecueEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Can’t Stop The Pain(Intro: Cappadonna)
+It's always a struggle, yeah
+Don't care how you look at
+P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty
+Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh)
+Slums, still the same, dude... word
+
+(Cappadonna)
+From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL
+Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals
+Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills
+Life is a bitch, you best not snitch
+Muthafucka, this the real, always
+The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways
+Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane
+Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids
+Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays
+Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s
+Better watch your back when flippin' them pies
+Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes
+If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five
+Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin'
+NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance
+
+(Chorus: Cappadonna)
+Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain
+And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain
+No... can't stop the pain, no..
+(Cappadonna)
+Uh... this one's for mamma
+Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent
+Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin'
+Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this
+Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich
+Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips
+Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live
+Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another
+Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in
+It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty
+Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall
+Laundromats locked up, floods in the building
+The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood
+Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case
+One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga
+What's that little red dot? Got ya!
+
+(Chorus 2X)
+(Outro: Cappadonna)
+Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese
+Uh... straight like that
+Population Click! What's the deal
+FMF, PGL, Osama Island
+All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal?
+Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon
+That's my word... dance with this!
+Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Chains[Verse: Cappadonna]
+Chains
+Yo
+I got anger in my feet
+Eggs in my rice
+I got a tough life
+I was busted way more than twice
+I see low but I don't play with the dice
+Triple on the mic nigga fuck you
+Whip you on this mic
+Nigga stuck you
+Fabulous clothes, fabulous hoes
+Keep away from the so and sos
+Nigga bless you
+85  snake eyes guys
+Last seen eating spiced hamburgers and fries
+Murderous
+Chase the observers
+My verbage is slang pros
+Hold back the Maz
+While I'm puffing my reefers
+Mamacitas, yeah my (?) want to holla
+We seen pigs in a black impala
+Reefer falling out of the window
+Like a fucking rain shower
+I knew those niggas over there
+Would straight cower
+Height is the tower
+The game is Mayflower
+Mad honeys under my power
+Staten Island
+The Dutch red wrapped around the sour
+Smoke flowing out the top of the bower
+Chicks go hard
+We push raps for hours
+The world is ours
+We get it in where they don't allow us
+Now drink cow piss niggaEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
+**************************************************
+Ease On Down The Road[Verse 1: (?)]
+Ring around the rosie pocket full of tosie
+Its lounging low return of the O.G
+High grade smoker, .38 toaster
+Building one-six-ooh wanted on the poster
+Come (?) get beat down and broke up
+I'm in the city where the homeless live
+BC, G's beat, throw a stone don't play
+Fly high cover you hood
+My brother is good
+Niggas who want a zigga
+I wish you niggas front like (?) ain't got yall picture
+Take a flick of the nozzle, I'm full throttle
+(?) and get cracked in the head with a bottle
+You know my motto
+I'm right here standing firm
+(?) I blam on him he put a hand on him
+Listen to the words I speak
+I could care less
+If you had a vest or even work in the streets
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+We gon' put our feet together
+We gon' ease on down the road
+Ease on down, ease on down the road
+We gon' put our feet together
+We gon' ease on down the road
+Ease on down, ease on down the road
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+We keep the streets jumping
+Beats is pumping
+Sport mad ice on
+Yo New York (?)
+Usher on the radio
+Ne-Yo and all them
+Suit you up
+Your pants got tight at the ankle
+Pink New York fitted, we say no thank you
+Mister Rogers, radio wave
+Jay-Z come through whole face shaved
+50 Cent got the industry selling us crack
+Yo Nas killed hip-hop, we bringing it back
+Hip-hop, catch the (?) Funkmaster Flex
+Come on mother fucker
+Tell me what you want to do
+Stop playing the same shit
+Play us too
+What up Clue
+Peace to Doug E. and Slick Rick
+Bang hard
+We don't want to hear that other shit
+We like M.O.P. music
+Mob and Jaheem
+While we crushing that pussy
+Making that C.R.E.A.M
+Grafitti writer (?) rhymes like that
+Staten, Africa protect ya neck
+Stand back
+Get your hustle on
+C block control the block
+Everybody on the east side hold ya spot
+Everybody on the west side make it hot
+We don't have to sell our soul to get to the top
+C'mon yoEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Peace God[Intro: Cappadonna (Born Divine)]
+Uh, yeah, Park Hill Productions
+The belt, aiyo Peace God (Peace God)
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, I just came back from uptown, got a dozen of coats
+Two ki's of Nikes and a platinum rope
+Chrome with the microscope
+
+[Born Divine]
+What you wanna do?
+I got a truckload of shit, everything is brand new
+I got a rock that I caught from Tiffany's, fifty g's
+And ten hot Bentley's from overseas
+The color of leaf
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Yo, Born, watch out for the thieves
+Keep your third eye open, watch out for the thieves
+Keep that gun by the knife, then we out in the breeze
+
+[Born Divine]
+Out in the breeze, larger than life
+We got stacks over there, we'd rather snatch tonight
+Make sure that paper right, while we breaking the ice
+[Cappadonna]
+Breaking the ice, laying track, chasing the mice
+Loading the trunk, you got five jet planes, we'll explode in the front
+We don't hang around rats, waste money on stunts
+We like Marriott Hotels, laying in cartel
+Cream like Carvel, yo, my team got bars and shells
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Bra-a-at.. that was it?
+Uh-huh, this one is like a fresh pair of shoes
+With some new tags...EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+That Gallo Flow[Intro]
+(Yeah) Yeah! This one is dedicated to Wu-Tang, Staten Island, all of my fans. Straight up and down. Brooklyn where I was born at the Jewish hospital. And 'errebody who said I wasn't gonna make it. This one is for you! Let's go, yo. Check it out (Let's get it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+When at the night of the party when all through the crib
+Another MC was there, no bitch my can share
+The toolies was hung by the bushes with care
+Just hoping that some static would soon fill the air
+The posse would form a face with our dreads
+While visions of fly girls danced in they heads
+With some cream in the rentals, and others on feet
+They shout it and chant it and call it OG
+OG, OG, OG, OG
+L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging
+L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lounging
+L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l- now
+While was at the age of 18 I was an MC fiend
+Need a rehabilitation to release my steam
+I've been rhyming so long and now I'm finally home
+And I ain't saying I'm the best but I've never been told it, yo
+I'm a cool poet, not an alcoholic
+Rhyme is so correct take a week to install it
+You could call my brother say [?]
+[?]
+My name is Cappa [?]
+[?]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Black Boy (Horror Weed remix)[Cappadonna]
+Ahh... the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
+Word up, it's a beautiful day
+Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD
+Aiyyo
+
+Aiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid
+Dipped everyday my style is po-lit'
+I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost
+I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast
+For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit
+I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
+It's war with the Gods this year, represent
+The bitch-ass niggas keep tryin to repent
+But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent
+Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs
+Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns
+But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive
+We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive
+Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side
+Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu...
+
+Chorus: Tekitha
+Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets
+Black boyyeeee, no more suffering
+Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we
+Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
+[Cappadonna]
+After the tour I came back for more
+Comin correctly, just like before
+Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate
+In the rec room regulatin with Osirus
+Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts
+Minds on lease like expensive imports
+Elevate the seed, no lust or greed
+Livin life long time may continue to breed
+Never gettin caught up inside the agencies
+For ten long years, but I paid my fee
+Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C
+Back me down these streets are still ill
+From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill
+Pack with the beef cause niggas won't chill
+Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill
+I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill
+In the projects where my man got killed
+
+Chorus
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night
+Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right
+Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice
+From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man
+When the world go around these things start to happen
+Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin
+Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient
+Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin
+That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon
+Pull my man in, hit y'all again
+Now I make sense, we do this for the rent
+Build with intelligence break your defense
+No hesitation, time gets spent
+Some fall victim, others get bent
+Some recognize, real niggas represent
+I can't never stop til my heart is content
+Puttin in the work til I feel confidant
+Blast out darts in the Wu basement
+Chorus 2X
+
+[Kung-Fu movie sample]
+Hahahahahahahaha
+Don't you know the underworld?
+There's no friendship party here
+No meeting
+You can come, but you can't leave
+Move! Let no one live..
+*sounds of fighting*EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Odd couple (feat. cappadonna)[Intro: Cappadonna]Yo yo word up!
+Look who's back in the joint
+It's The Odd Couple in the spot
+Ghostface and C-Don, for real!
+
+[Chorus 1: Cappadonna]It's like that y'all
+Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
+W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
+
+[Cappadonna (Ghostface Killah)]Yea, for real, for real
+(Eh yo, chop this niggas man
+It's time for me to splash 'em)
+STEP OFF!
+
+[Ghostface Killah]Eh yo we million dollars Sinatra's, jewellery truck
+Vest did it up, chop shop it
+Walked out in Babe Ruth, ex-song, hammer-throw heads
+Brought by Je-sus with the grey goose
+Famous for The Book of Greed, long nose
+King Bentley, 9th Prince will decease, made of Ginseng
+Seen it? It's real, liver than chase Manhatten
+Word on Staten I was clappin with the Captain
+My style is gangsta, bulletproof Guess shorts
+I'll fuck you up and come through in a horse
+We like Shaft outta Africa, graham cracker wild
+Beneath this side, four or five gold teeth
+On my neck be the Brolic shit, hurricane CREAM
+Guerilla shit, flashin the ill data things
+Excalate, sure raids, chez with the straps on
+John jumper, Eleanor Poker with the Mac
+Me and C. Goines, bible material
+Words collide, we might pop up in your cereal
+Rock you twice, rock your wife
+Best known for drives on bikes
+Tell your man to stop sendin me kites
+We Tigers Woods in the 'hood
+The Odd Couple up to no good
+Y'all handsome and plus whisper made son
+[Chorus 2: Ghostface Killah]It's like that y'all
+Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
+W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
+It's like yo the belt is our's, bitch-ass mothafuckas!
+It's like that y'all
+
+Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
+W.T.C. son, we back y'all!
+
+[Interlude: Cappadonna]It's The Odd Couple!
+Ghostface and C-Don, for real!
+
+[Cappadonna]I melt 4-30, hands clustered
+I walk around dusted, Big Don with the gold plate
+Pop the cork, buttersoft lights, pop guns at the pork
+New York, catch you on the elevator
+Catch you for your watch and your Alligators
+Blast first, funny style niggas, manipulators, FUCK OFF!
+It's The Odd Couple, see you in the Range, bullets start the exchange
+Supreme Clients, y'all niggas can't see us
+Spit track like an 8-ball, ready to brawl
+All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage
+Come in your state, bust down your gate
+Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface
+Live on the crack tour with Bigga C-Don
+Crack your jaw when it's on
+Crack you in the face with a bottle of Dom Perignon
+Fuck Antoine, fuck my Bentley homes
+My wife start fillin pits with hoes
+Front pole, snatch 'phones out your earlobe
+[Chorus 2]
+
+[Chorus 3: Ghostface Killah - to fade
+Overlapping outro]It's like that y'all
+Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
+W.T.C. kid, we back y'all!
+It's like that y'all
+Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all
+W.T.C. son, we back y'all!
+
+[Outro: Ghostface Killah
+(Cappadonna)]Y'all mothafuckas don't know how to act
+When y'all hold somethin, huh?
+It's time to give that shit up now nigga, for real
+The Blair Witch is back yo
+(Straight up! The Don of all Dons, word up, for real nigga!)
+Y'all little bitch niggas
+When y'all see me none of y'all niggas better say peace
+For real!
+Y'all niggas don't be holdin this shit
+Y'all frontin
+We let it slide for a couple of years and shit
+Yeah, for real, it's like..
+Y'all mothafuckas know boyEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Call it Quits (Bonus Track)[Intro : Cappadonna]
+Don't get it twisted
+Just came to shed
+A little light on things
+'cuz it's like y'all be forgettin'
+I don't really
+Be havin' too much to say
+
+[Hook 4x : Cappadonna]
+I was lovin' you before
+But girl now you know
+I'm callin' it quits
+
+[Cappadonna]
+You told me you was goin' to stay over your mother's house
+But my niggas on the block said you at Mike brother's house
+I came back from off tour stains was on my livin' room couch
+You was lookin' at me like you ain't know what the fuck
+I was talkin' about, yup
+You was once in my life but you gon' soon to be out
+See ya
+I don't give a fuck about you bitch
+Go ahead tune me out
+
+[Hook 6x]
+[Cappadonna]
+You said you was goin' over Gina's house to get your hair did
+But you was really sneakin' round on me and fuckin' that other kid
+You said you live in Brooklyn but that's not really where you live
+I followed you to Queens
+You came outta somebody else crib
+
+[Hook 6x]
+
+[Cappadonna]
+You used to be my down bitch
+Now you just a clown bitch
+You ain't nothin' but a slut
+That's why I hardly come around bitch
+I was amazed over the ill shit I heard that you did
+My niggas pulled the train on you broke your little ribs
+'Don and my dogs, hate honeys that's the game
+That pussy was never mine
+It don't even feel the same
+We was never goin' nowhere
+Our life were based upon lies
+And you didn't really love me
+You was lovin' my dick size
+
+[Hook 6x]EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+Socializing[Verse 1: Cappadonna]
+Laid back in the joint, pouring the Cristal
+My mind come right with (?)
+Women is (?) the DJ hits you
+Playing your favorite song got you in the jam
+Honeys come around, you jerk your stance
+Fly ladies in the place indeed they looking all nice
+Sound so good they play the shit twice
+Packed joint, nobody can front on this
+The heat so loud make you want to run on this
+It feel hot, honeys put their tongue on this
+Its the fever when the shit make you a believer
+I grab something up man yah she a diva
+Drinks all night, maybe a little reefer
+Turn it up yo what (?)
+Staten Africa, Park Hill 103
+Where the boys make noise and the honeys yell
+They (?) and go R. Kelly
+Oh well you better get busy and rep
+Where ya hood at nigga
+Wherever your little set
+Get it in once again its the all time great
+(?) motherfucker I hold my weight
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+It got dip dip dive, so-socialize
+You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes
+Yo this one here is gonna make you rise
+Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise
+(x2)
+[Verse 2: (?)]
+Squeeze off at his meat head
+We rock on till the beat dead
+Right in the lobby, where we eat bread
+Blunts, Goose, outside sweet things
+I lounge low on the whole I eat eggs
+Wake up in the morning like yo I got this
+Shirt done up like we gon' rock this
+I'm so into it now, ya'll gon' watch this
+On how I make moves, touchdown no blockers
+Yeah, guess I had to do it again
+Welfare hell yah, nothing new with the pen
+Girlfriend shake ya hips down on the floor
+While niggas (?) pound on the door
+Staten Island savior made a legend
+Teacher, convict, father and reverend
+Park Hill recipient
+Caught ya'll by surprise
+Even though yall knew it was imminent
+
+[Hook: Cappadonna]
+It got dip dip dive, so-socialize
+You clean out your ears and you'll open your eyes
+Yo this one here is gonna make you rise
+Like the sun in your eyes 'cause it is a surprise
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+Can’t Stop the Pain (Bonus Track)[Intro: Cappadonna]
+It's always a struggle, yeah
+Don't care how you look at
+P.J.'s, you know how it get, dirty, dirty
+Straight up and down, whole Staten Island (uh-huh)
+Slums, still the same, dude... word
+
+[Cappadonna]
+From Park Hill to Jungle Nil', we fight like Navy SEAL
+Don't get killed, chicks can't run in them heals
+Niggas whippin' out guns, payin' them bills
+Life is a bitch, you best not snitch
+Muthafucka, this the real, always
+The dope fiends, the crack stashed in the hallways
+Style hold it down, tell Polite call Kane
+Don't never test this, we try'nna make all aids
+Just niggas down when we blaze, crime pays
+Survival in the P.J.'s, or graffiti experts, M.C.'s and the D.J.'s
+Better watch your back when flippin' them pies
+Real niggas be goin' down right in front of your eyes
+If you on the block gettin' it, or a straight nine to five
+Still real, Homicide Hill, police circlin'
+NARCs got pictures of your grill, street turbulance
+
+[Chorus: Cappadonna]
+Cuz everytime I close my eyes, I could feel the rain
+And everywhere I seem to go girl, can't stop the pain
+No... can't stop the pain, no..
+[Cappadonna]
+Uh... this one's for mamma
+Niggas be gettin' slumped in my projects, it's real violent
+Crackheads be on the steps, young bloods'll pop somethin'
+Just to get that rep, everyday it's like this
+Don't even come outside, if you ain't try'nna get no rich
+Niggas murk each other for a small amount of chips
+Bloods fightin' other Bloods, there's no Crips where I live
+Somethin' gotta give, niggas bust one another
+Turn around and watch other kids, my hood's straight 7:30'in
+It get buckwild and the blocks is still dirty
+Cameras in the hall, bulletholes left in the wall
+Laundromats locked up, floods in the building
+The front drain is stopped up, I've been in the hood
+Ever since my pain popped up, but just in case
+One of ya'll niggas forgot, look at your head nigga
+What's that little red dot? Got ya!
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Outro: Cappadonna]
+Give me the bread, heavy on the cheese
+Uh... straight like that
+Population Click! What's the deal
+FMF, PGL, Osama Island
+All my niggas in Crimestock, Sing-Sing, what's the deal?
+Far Rock' posse, Queens, Brooklyn, P-Lon
+That's my word... dance with this!
+Get your guns together... takin' pictures..EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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+You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down (Part Three)[Cappadonna]
+You can't keep a good man down
+I'm rising up, Imma little smarter
+I see through your falsehood, your lies & stuff
+Turned out in the game, I was burnt out in the game
+No matter what everbody still knowin' my name
+I'm not materialistic, I'm not caught up in the fame
+I make a joyful noise, Im tryna bring about a change
+Sing a harp with 10 strings like the angels out
+Rush closed the store down gust took my house
+Let my enemies rise & fall till' the day that they gotta be called
+Please recognize my fruit, my heart be the flute
+My brains is black gold
+You can buy my CD's but you can't buy my soul
+Im Melinda's son, Big Mr. Hill
+Big Cappa Don, y'all wanted me killed so that the truth couldn't be revealed
+Your witchcraft & your devil worship, it don't work on me
+My sword bear love you could build a church on me
+So put your hands together for the unordinary light
+I spread fish be the bread of life
+The armor of God, God's to pour through the night
+Regardless I fear no evil, y'all pharoahes better let go of my people
+It's the annointed, survival of the generation of Nas
+So whoever can't see better open they eyes
+Hold onto my proverb like a woman in disguise
+Allure & seduce you and adulturous that lies
+Prayed upon his precious life
+Please nourish my thought like a wife
+And may the lost generation be found
+Because you can't keep a good man down....EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
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