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Don't Know Nobody Lyrics - Singles - Capone-n-noreaga

[Noreaga] 

Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up 

Take game, I got grabbed up 

Asking me questions, interogating 

The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan 

Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this 

I don't know shit, and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6 

I'm confined to a small room 

I celly off to my beeper, thought I had to sues 

And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew 

To take impostas, impalas and black sues 

Big boys, and LL cues 

I'm thinking like deep cover 

I'm in too deep, like Donny Brasco 

Who could be the asshole 

I make sure the motherfucker don't last long 

Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggas be 

Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery 

And the decision be, spill coffee 

Who's on the beats I can't be locked up 

They had evidence, make the scenery all dense 

But it's Ok my lawyer will approach the bench 

 

Chorus: 

I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit 

that's the way it is, you try to lock me up 

Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz 

 

Cause I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit 

that's the way it is, you try to lock me up 

Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz 

 

[Capone] 

Pop, they caught me off guard 

I was stuck the beat shit fucked 

I went down to my knees 

And put out the trees 

I sat down on the benches 

He snuck his dog on my five senses 

All I could hear was a walky talky saying "I got em" 

I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em 

We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin 

I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read 

Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens 

Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it 

Two asses from bail so they gave glances 

It's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch 

First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects 

Man I forgot the machine they callin for 

Fuck a message all they need is it playin back 

I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat 

With bums niggas who sell crack 

Flippin off the the world 

 

Chorus 

[Maze] 

It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily 

My dogs got me off feet face me slow down 

I'm like what the fuck the deal 

He's like the shut the fuck up 

We got evidence, we know the deal 

They got tape confessions of your man 

Whiping out your man 

Key witness to the stands 

I should have played yours 

The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar 

Same time Jake taking me out 

Same line gonna try and fake me out 

Sitting in the van pointing face out 

Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan 

Take em out, take em out, before the court day out 

I won't say, but by tomorrow, I'm out 

Nothing to say follow snitch 

Lay low, and hollow him out 

And pones is wilding too 

Niggas like Maze got the same time as you 

 

[Musaliny] 

Walking down a half dee, snatch me up 

Little g's no pad 

These niggas gonna cuff me up 

On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up 

Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up 

Asking me about shit I knew, but won't tell 

Just you and Baby D, ain't nobody depending on me 

Saying if I won't talk, I'll wait in the cell 

They got evidence to leave me in jail 

There's no time for this shit 

Just sign the statement 

If you snitching, you won't have to say shit 

Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me 

He try to pin me for murder 

And a string of robberies 

Plus you a ex-con send me to the book 

Cause press on 

Cash and bonds, they won't last very long 

I know they frontin, they got nothing on me 

I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something 

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