Текст песни Kid Capri f Big Pun, Noreaga - Soundtrack to the Streets
Kid Capri f Big Pun, Noreaga - Soundtrack to the Streets слова песни
* send corrections to the typistYeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin crib you heardYeah! We tryin`to get this shit poppin` over hereHuh, block party all that shit man "block party"Come over here nigga hereWere is happening here`s were is poppin` at baby, djayin` that shit[Noreaga]My nigga Rich nice told me an said get godYou know the Kid Capri shit everybody is onThe N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped upNew Balance kicks and hyped upWhy you niggaz still acting like y`all niggaz is toughI got the one weed spot, that`s` the Branson stuffOther niggaz talk about it but you see me with suchAnd I`m thugged out catch me with the animal bunchGet head in the wip smoke animal bluntsg`s up hoes down nigga fuck them stuts, and I`ll be flippin`You get a nice chick I like a chickenYou don`t believe me ask Bill ClintonTrack master do that shit that y`all niggaz wouldn`tAnd Kid Capri do that shit that you niggaz couldn`tAnd I smoke green from Cali, I`m wild at the rallyI`m ill like shack in the paint with the alleyMy nigga Big Pun will sit on y`all catsAyo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y`all tracksAnd we ain`t got no love for y`all tracksWe love big ass keys and y`all like little ass cracks[Kid Capri]I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock a knotY`all niggaz clockin` mine, cus I`m getting lots of shineThe Kid Capri could be the cat, that could change the face of rapLet me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is were the stations atThe fake foes hangin` out with fake hoesY`all `spose to be the one that keep it JumpingWere you standing and frontin`, the Black ItalianY`all chick better keep the smiling, from here to Boys Islandmother fuck all the stylin`Keep the hundred pallet or either sign that shitY`all niggaz pay attention on ever rhyme I wetIs time legit to every time I getY`all fools is straight falling off as I climb the jetThe Kid Capri causing hating miseryNumber one for a while son check the historyBy the way all you talker pack what you got to saycus you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay[Big Punisher]Ayo is your man from Puerto RicoThat slaughter people like raw pericoI`m for the people, five power not a total recallLook out your people on a blood shoot baby bluesLook at my geezmo got shot and barely made it newsHow many crews I gotta run through when it comes throughGetting raw I`m the predator, I`ma Hunt youniggaz think is something sweet on the fuckin streetBut I`ll be there busting my heat, when there`s nuttin` to eatFuck it I cheat cus that`s the ghettos anthemI know the devils laughing every time he hears somebody`s metal clappin`Ain`t no napping in the city cus it never sleepsWake up like what happen when I bust a cap on your feather geezI led at least a thousand caps, with a thousand rapsWith how many acts, actually ever really come out of waxJust a few I pull this track into best of viewAnd turn the rest of y`all corn niggaz into vege-tables