Reunion - Capone-N-Noreaga

The reunion man.

we back again man.

are yall ready man?

Hahahahahaha, yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home

Its mink coats and cristal, just ask capone

We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone flicks

Based on a true story, its nore

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood

And I aint got to buy weed, cause my credit is good

Machine gun lyrics, cn lift spirits

Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads

Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds

My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead

And leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red

N.o., erase niggaz no pro-blemo

Keep a razor in my mouth — spit it out

And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out

And I still got it but I had to thug it out

Chorus: cnn (repeat 2x)

Yo, its like my mission just to live this way

I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day

The real people do real things

So why is real people still doin fake things?

huhhh?

peace god

whattup nigga?

im glad you home

So we could, take over the world, its ours to own

stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes

laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out

my niggaz 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 dont even smoke

i dont sleep, ninety-five percent of the time Im woke

The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry

and me, Im thugged out, I just sleep on the floor

With the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw

my heat is the fourth, while yall niggaz 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

Thuggologys 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 deaths kiko, is goin to jail

Unassissted, I shivered and frail

My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 thats in braille

I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale

Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail

Yo its pone or its fonz, either pretty or thug

Whichever way its 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