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Текст песни Capone-N-Noreaga - B EZ

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(Nas talking)I heard that nigga Capone`s home yo...word to Motha..that nigga Nore`doin` his mothafuckin` thing...thugged outentertainment...knowwhatI`msayin`?, niggas still in the streets...IllWill, Braveheart nigga, there`s a thin line between streets andbusiness..so we gotta have balance and be easy...Verse 1: (Nas)I heard you fags wanna catch me off guardput Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobarunder your breath, whispers in the darkI hear it `cause the street ain`t loyal to choose sidesprepare for the beef, whoever lose diesrich and I`m thuggin`I can`t trust nothin`, this bitch that I`m fuckin`this clip that I`m bustin` could jam in my fistlook at my hand, finger pussy with expensive ringscut coke cookies, wrote poetryand broke noses B.the voice from Heaven I`m God sent, of course a legendthis is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverandblunted eyes redC-Class, a Hundred times Five RedCD`s blast, speed fast, haters drop deadI`m gorgeousblack Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless her body stacks the best, ass is flawlessfinally the long awaited shit, ghetto peoplethe sequelNas, CNN, nobody`s equal. Chorus Yo, Be easykeep the club off the heezystraight thugs in the back, drink creezybe easy, but we still smoke treezysee us rippin` the shows with thugged eezy.Verse 2: (Capone)Niggas picked me the bossRicky RossLex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the sourceif it`s flour then swallow your lossI cock Fours, kick in Poppi`s doorsall for the cash and the causeniggas break big fractions of lawsso what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the boardI speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin` my palmit`s pitiful, wavin` my wandThe Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhanchasin` my Henny, embrace Benny`sit`s quite Frank, my niggas `ll kill, never waste a Pennymoney stay well investedfeel the weight on my necklacewhen death is too close flip the next shitthug the game outbust biscuits, pull the Range outpublic enemy, QueensBridge where I hang outsweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrancemy energy`s kinetic, mind power type ancient.ChorusVerse 3: (Noreaga)I see death through the corner, die, kingdom comeSix 500`s, pull up right in front of the slumSticky green fingers soldiers of the great GodClarence spoke to the poor but he lived in OzAn ill hook like Roy Jones, I`m a street corner bastardand crush weed with the hashishBandana head dome wrappedCaddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snapsI`m on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksmanThe S-Class is shittin` on your weak DatsunGraffiti written on the Bible, my life is wickedI see dead corpses, and Rolls RoycesPut your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skamaI can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slutMoney bustin out my pocket, your bank is stoppedChorus

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