Capone-N-Noreaga - Reunion lyrics

CNN (CNN) CNN the reunion man we back again
Man are y'all ready man?
Ha ha hahahaha, yo, yo

My niggas get locked up
And when they come home
It's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters
Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore
And all of my niggas buck for me
The projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed
Cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirit's
Smoke more weed than dreads, Hip-Hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they
Piss in they beds my mission instead
Leave these niggas missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river
Buttnaked and red
NO, erase niggas no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to boof
Nothing or shit it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

Yo, it's like my mission just
To live this way i had to sell things
But I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still
Doin fake things? HUHHH?

Peace God whattup nigga?
I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world
It's ours to own
Stars to bone from the ghetto
To cars and homes
Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
My Niggas On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and
I don't even smoke i don't sleep
Ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a nigga high
Hear the thugs cry and me, I'm Thugged Out
I'll just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
My heat is the four
While y'all niggas lean on the law
Peter pay Paul, an outlaw
He stuck up the mall i watch for the cops
Still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real

Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya
Villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since
The years of the West
And are you real or fake? How
Many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer
Extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo
For the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes
Crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked
Low on the mail yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz
Either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called
In every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true
Fan give me they blood
And would my man take the stand
Lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up
Down in Cali khakis with the creases