Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter - Straight Like That lyrics

I'll murder youyouand you
Don't give a fuck about youyou

It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga

Straight like that

We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack

Straight like that

We eat, sleep, shit street life

Straight like that

We get knocked bail the same night

Straight like that

We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money
Basically


There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys
Basically
You see y'all snitchin niggas talkin funny
Basically
Me and my niggas is known to keep it ugly
Basically

I'm off Beezlebub
I walk wit the mac in my sweats
Air forces, wife beater
Fitted cap to the left
My chain hang 35 inches
My heat 7 and a quarter
Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca
There's no need for peace offers
My niggas be shootin, we riot
We run the streets quiet
Cuz the law's biased
Skip the battles back in
86, now niggas tattle, chop crazy bricks
Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
Fantasize and flatten the hills
For niggas in ghettos
Its crack, bullets that kill
Dreams are fulfilled
Murders, ink in cold blood
Holdin grudges for years
I keep two bitches, two hot biscuit's
Four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
Squeeze first, since the day I slung
Ready rockin a bottle
I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos
Wet whatever
Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever

Our show's at your service on
Behalf of Final Chapter
? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya
Got scheme, it's not a factor
We gotta shine first
Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse
Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't
Smack to back of their cerebellum
Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension
Get the full arm extension
Get the whole block's attention
I know you keep your life in your cash
Your cash in the stash, stash in the car
Car in the lot so when I blow up the lot: :
BOOM: : your whole shit stop
Y'all rappers is backwards
Make the game flip flop
I'll take you to the spot with
No witnesses and no cops
Better have your Glock out and cocked
About to pop to hustlers like Flynt
Sellin cracks like Sprint
A dime a minute, now roll the dice
Five in it


Aiyyo, aiyyo i peeped your true colors while
Y'all niggas was blinded
I been down and spit a pound
Before you knew I was rhymin
You know me, illest flow
Ain't no seconds for timing
My sixteens'll rip through beats
Cut deeper than diamonds
Make ya niggas start to worry cuz
My hood is dark and blurry
When shots flurry
Niggas point guard like Marbury
Ain't no arguing
All my click'll do is get the targeting
Final Chapter split pies in two
It's half bargaining
I've seen you niggas come up
Quick and then fall
I've seen you frontin for your broad
Like her pussy's the bomb
Clowns findin their stash gone but
My cash is long so I'mma let y'all pass on
Cuz you ass like a thong
My click is movin out
Now is you rollin along?
Til I perish I'm spittin strong
It's that shit that I'm on
Final Chapter's comin at ya
Now the drama is born
Settle in this street life from
The hoods to the lord

Aiyyo I'm still ghetto
That's why these niggas love me
I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel
Stab niggas with pens
That's why til this day they don't let me in
I be in New York smokin LA weed
I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed
I dead niggas like Pac and BIG
Blocks to live
These niggas can't eat like hostages
Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords
I rob niggas like the Crips
At the Source Awards
And everything that went down
Was cool with me
As long as I came back with my jewelry
We had machine guns
I think we had two or three
And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo
For bitches that suck nuts and
Spit it out the window
You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3