Closer Lyrics - The War Report - Capone-n-noreaga

Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too yo). And 

Ask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa Bee 

Rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's ain't Never end) 

"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" -Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves With Puff' 

Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route 

More chickens to doubt more money to count 

Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount 

It's still piling and still gettin' calls from the island 

Still do the things I do when I was wildin' 

Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas 

Spend a week with dime chickens asfreaks 

Body so bangin' I call they tits Santy 

If you don't know (if you don't know) 

Knowlegde is what makes thugs grow 

Just stay on point 'cause you reap what you sew 

Ask chicks scream loud like car beats 

I wanna be under the seats in our streets 

Last year around the time this year 

If I would of got locked 

Yo I wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing (what) 

No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win 

Reach under the car seat nobody understandin' 

Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle 

And once you get muscle nobody trust you 

Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days 

These lasts days comin' up 

Yo these little niggas comin' up 

Hear they're gun talk ready to buck 

Not thinkin' 

Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin' 

Pretty Ake yo Stan to Marley yo it's poppie officially 

Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regulate this what 

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Said I wanna be closer to this paper (get close) 

Ooooh get closer to these ends 

"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" 

Closer to this paper get closer to this paper (hella dope baby) 

Get closer to these ends 

"Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe" 

Yo I remember when we first did it 

Nobody with it 

Label said 2-5 is to thugged out (to thugged out) 

So although we had to but God wasn't glad to 

Wait our turn to boiler now we burn 

On the daily done fuckin' in every telly 

We can Fly just like R.Kelly 

Them only secondary to the sun 

I think I gotta son but I ain't sure 

What's in store God there's more 

Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door 

Could it be tryin' to be what I can be 

Islam me 2-5 my army 

Said she about to have my seed 

Soon to be it shocked me 

Thinkin' bout a little me 

Eternally I bleed thinkin' of seed yo at high speed 

I multiply with weed 

Now I slow my life down I got time to breath 

What 

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