Capone-N-Noreaga, Imam T.H.U.G., Final Chapter - Violator - The Album lyrics
[Capone-N-Noreaga, Imam T.H.U.G., Final Chapter - Violator - The Album lyrics]
Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell
What y'all gonna speak on
I keep money saved like it's rebond
Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do
Would of done, could of did
Niggas really need to quit it kid
Stay at home with pepper spray
Think he can drop weight
Put us on your album
You be selling like cop cakes
Got crackers in the hood
Ain't hard to spot jakes
And whoever going first, forever the dot face
Aiyo it take a real bitch
To roll with real niggas
MU niggas, thugged out niggas
Meet them in a club and
They got the gat niggas
Step outside and it's what what niggas
Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas
I can't fuck with y'all
Cuz I like rough niggas
It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga
Yo it's thugged out niggas (what)
Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing
Not, I spend a quarter rain then
Sell it equive with no payments
96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under
This foul off, wild southpaw
I bound for Muse maze, Scarlett
Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
It's logic, niggas digest
Murderous sidesteps, QBC
The hottest nigga what?
Aiyo we stay low
Shine like chrome on 20 inches
Never sober, high all day, every leaches
Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit
Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga
Fuck that shit
Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse
Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
Live fucked up
Stuck with body and head wounds
I be the thug chocolate, covered with tattoos
Now when you think of me
You think of my niggas
Spread across like how spilled drinks is
You hears wild like echoes from a distance
Ya learn the hard way
Get blazed for smart say
Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race
Never did a bid, but my ace who did
Went from ballin to callin the
Crib out the bink shit
We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
Sing sing
Y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace
Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
Trying to keep my focus
Most of my fam smokers
Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
Y'all niggas better callate la boca
Shit done changed, like the price of cane
And shit gon' changed
When my niggas smash the game
Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane
And start movin
But never start shootin Motherfuckers
What y'all gonna speak on
I keep money saved like it's rebond
Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do
Would of done, could of did
Niggas really need to quit it kid
Stay at home with pepper spray
Think he can drop weight
Put us on your album
You be selling like cop cakes
Got crackers in the hood
Ain't hard to spot jakes
And whoever going first, forever the dot face
Aiyo it take a real bitch
To roll with real niggas
MU niggas, thugged out niggas
Meet them in a club and
They got the gat niggas
Step outside and it's what what niggas
Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas
I can't fuck with y'all
Cuz I like rough niggas
It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga
Yo it's thugged out niggas (what)
Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing
Not, I spend a quarter rain then
Sell it equive with no payments
96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under
This foul off, wild southpaw
I bound for Muse maze, Scarlett
Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
It's logic, niggas digest
Murderous sidesteps, QBC
The hottest nigga what?
Aiyo we stay low
Shine like chrome on 20 inches
Never sober, high all day, every leaches
Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit
Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga
Fuck that shit
Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse
Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
Live fucked up
Stuck with body and head wounds
I be the thug chocolate, covered with tattoos
Now when you think of me
You think of my niggas
Spread across like how spilled drinks is
You hears wild like echoes from a distance
Ya learn the hard way
Get blazed for smart say
Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race
Never did a bid, but my ace who did
Went from ballin to callin the
Crib out the bink shit
We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
Sing sing
Y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace
Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
Trying to keep my focus
Most of my fam smokers
Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
Y'all niggas better callate la boca
Shit done changed, like the price of cane
And shit gon' changed
When my niggas smash the game
Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane
And start movin
But never start shootin Motherfuckers