Capone-N-Noreaga, Nas - B EZ lyrics

I heard that nigga Capone's home
Yo word to Motha that nigga
Nore' doin' his mothafuckin' thing
Thugged Out Entertainment
KnowwhatI'msayin'? Niggas
Still in the streets
Ill Will Braveheart, nigga
There's a thin line between streets and
Business, so we gotta have
Balance and be easy

Yo, yo I heard you fags
Wanna catch me off guard
Put TECs to my heart, the death of Escobar
Under your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it cause the street
Ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies
Rich 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 fist look at my hand
Finger pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry
And broke noses B voice is Heaven
I'm God's son, of course a legend
This is part 1, speak my sermon
The hood reverand blunted eyes red
C-Class, a Hundred times Five Red
CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous
Black Goddess flip the arm rest
Grab the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
Finally, the long awaited shit, ghetto people
The sequel Nas, CNN nobody's equal

Yo be easy, keep the club off the heezy
See us thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy see, we still smoke treesy
See us rippin' the stage with Downlee

Be easy, keep the club off the heezy
See us thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy smoke treesy
See us rippin' the shows with Downleezy

Niggas picked me the boss Ricky Ross
Lex Two-Fifty Horse power
Click and devour the source
If it's flour then swallow your loss
I cock Fours, kick in Poppi's doors
All for the cash and the cause
Niggas break big fractions of laws
So what, we got it sewn up
Smack every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns spit at you
Shakin' my palm it's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas 'll kill
Never waste a Penny money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my necklace
When death is too close flip the next shit
Thug the game out
Bust biscuit's, pull the Range out
Public enemy QueensBridge where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient

Yo be easy, keep the club off the heezy
See us thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy see, we still smoke treesy
See us rippin' the stage with Downlee

Be easy, keep the club off the heezy
And we thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy smoke treesy
See us rippin' the shows with Downleezy

I see death through the corner, die
Kingdom come
Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers soldiers of
The great God
Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz
An ill hook like Roy Jones
I'm a street-corner bastard
And crush weed with the hashish
Bandana head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills
And the chrome snaps
I'm on point like Al Sharpton
Come peep the MU marksman
The S-Class is shittin' on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible
My life is wicked
I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces
Put your heart on your lap
Listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the drama
And to smoke skama i can lift it up
Willy what in front of your slut
Money bustin out my pocket
Your bank is stopped

Yo be easy, keep the club off the heezy
See us thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy see, we still smoke treesy
See us rippin' the stage with Downlee

Be easy, keep the club off the heezy
And we thug in the back and drink creezy
Be easy smoke treesy
See us rippin' the shows with Downleezy