Текст песни Capone and Noyd - Violator, слова песни Capone and Noyd

Текст песни Capone and Noyd - Violator

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[Capone & Noyd]Light up! Light up! That`s right! Bring it! Whatever you want!Bring it! QB!(Guns, knives, whatever you want)Whatever ya`ll niggas want, man, whatever!Bring money, lye, whatever you want!You expect to come correct nigga!Bring it, thugs, gangstas, whatever you want!QB, Capone and Noyd, what?[Noyd]Niggas don`t want beef, they don`t wanna see meThey don`t wanna be with their wiz and kidsAnd get fronted with heatThey don`t wanna die, niggas wanna liveI know niggas wanna smoke blunts, puff puff and giveBelieve niggas don`t want it with the kidNiggas rather drown down Bicardi and party and shitYou know my hoods though be bout this shitMy dunns are a hundred sick, thugs who thump, thugs who pumpYou weak, we deep, niggas from QueensAnd we eat niggas with Jim, and get em for bling (bling!)You know my dun smoke more than fiendsMy broads fit more coke in they ass and jeansWhich is great cause we dealin with a couple of apesTil` we pull out these eights and get your safeNo masks, let these niggaz see our facePawn yourself, boy, cause we robbin the place, what?[Chorus: Capone and Noyd][C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink Jail, nigga, bust that ass down with shanks[N]We can thump, chump, we aim to kill Thug nigga put it down, the game is real[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink Jail nigga, bust that ass down with shanks[N]Nigga we can thump, chump, we aim to kill Thug nigga put it down, the game is real[Capone]Yo, yo, hey yo, niggas never learnTil` they shot and get a jail termBoth havin bullets is hotThe average ran by the roomAnd the city is ridin`, cops knockin`The streets is watchin`, without shadesI don`t stop, I just keep clockin`Haters played on my bad judgmentLike dude`s numbers (you want it?)Then floss for a few summersNewcomers walk in my steps, often I repBang guns, still got corporate respectThey think they fuckin` up the projects,Installing cameras, niggas`ll shoot them shits outAnd get `em more bananas, you know the ghetto lifeJail, blood, sweat, and tatted tearsBlock wars, every young bitch having kidsI`m the lost boy of Queensbridge, drama never toldBeen a piranha in the streets since seven years oldTwo and a half years cold, now scorchin`Like a bullet bucked from a four fifthGrunt nigga, fallin`[Chorus][Noyd (Capone)]Yo, yo, now we the niggas cockin` the hammers, rockin bandanasMy whole clique gangsta boy (Straight bananas!)(Compulsive gamblers bet the X-5)(It`s money on the line, I form better, the all bets on the side)To death niggas ride, with the guns you can get it live(Slain in the public, the game we above it)And we don`t discuss nothin, we leave the guns buckin`You get knocked down with four pounds, keep frontin`We rep Queensbridge and you heard of us allThere`s Noyd and Capone and we murder you all(Leave you in the morgue, toe tag, and polaroid picture)(If my shit jam, and don`t bust, then Noyd`ll hit you)And I won`t stop `til I get a man, pop a niggaOr pull out the box cutter and `ox the nigga(Who can stop this killa? Capone, the block guerilla)(I snap shots, still got the picture)[Chorus]

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