Capone-N-Noreaga - Y'all Don't Wanna lyrics

Yeah why they don't get a nigga like me
To sing the national anthem or nuttin?
Laughs It's nothin!

Nokio! (Flame, Nokio)
Nokio give us a beat baby
- some gangsta shit yo!
CNN, the best group that ever lived
Best blowin fuckin group that
Ever lived in rap
Hundred percent real stories, we speak truth
Yo, tell 'em how your life is son
How your life is yo?

My life is nothing like a sitcom
You see I sip Dom
I rock Jor dan's, and can't stand Pip-pen's
Bases loaded, coach want me to bunt
But I'mma go for the homer and cock the pump
I was the kid in the hood
Your moms ain't want you with


Now I'm rich, tell your moms one-two click
Since a young one
I love heaven and love hell
Escobar style, I'll build my own jail
The America's, 'merica's, favorite thug
To sell cocaine, America's, favorite drugs
Me and 'Pone like the military
We train niggas and the hoes don't fuck
They just brain niggas
CNN, focus on us, we coco-nuts
We throw our gang signs up
See them loc with us
Set up a congregation, so I can orally speak
I orally, have sex cause my aura is deep
It go pone Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
CNN out for them pesos
Y'all don't wanna bust with us
Niggas better move when we say so
Nore What's this I hear?
Pone CNN ain't real?!
Nore What's this I hear? Pone CNN is wack?!
Nore What's this I hear?
Pone CNN won't kill?!
Nore Now what's this I hear?
Pone CNN ain't back?!

Yo, I give you every part of my life
From my paralyzed finger
To the foul death of my moms
The slug and the length of my arm
I'm "The Answer" like Allen I
Who runs sick like cancer on the Island, I
I'm the first that ever loc'ed
On a Nok' track
CNN back, like #5 Jordan's purple and black
We spazzed on purpose
Fuck tryin to sit in a cat'
I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap
It's kinda hard to rap on radio
While I sit in the box
All I could think was money
Send a few flicks to my pops
I give the street life my all
Stripes and scars
Nights was hard, felt I had a right to rob
Now I spit righteous bars
FUCK livin like the stars
Give me a hood crib and a Chrysler Dodge
Cause I'm just like y'all
My kicks scuff like y'all
I still get harassed and
Searched up like y'all


Yo, imagine us cowards
You still live with mommy
Still get allowance
I chase Henny, bubblin ounces
I returned off a short stretch
Stuck in the mountains
What's this I hear huh? This is my year
'Pone shit kosher you think not?
I give you my ear
Now listen closer I was born
And I'mma die here listen soldier
I rap and keep one in the holster
Nigga you front
And I'mma pop one in your shoulder

Yo raise the partition
Cock guns with ammunition
Knock you out position
And have your little ho missin
Niggas get locked up, I spread my love
Yo they leave God-Body but
They come home Blood
Balloon bags full of weed
Yo I send you those
And it's all about my niggas
Won't mention hoes
Keep it tight on all four corners
Warrant search
Po'-po' and CO's they all get merked, it go

Yeah, it's like this
Collaboration, CNN gangsta shit
With my nigga Nokio on the beats
On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah
He on the boards, fuckin shit up y'all
Huh, a hit record, got a hit record
Written all over the track
Aiyyo it got a hit record all over the track
Yeah hit record, written all over the track