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Phonetime Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone-n-noreaga

[Noreaga], {Capone} 

Son I zone, my gun is never on safety 

I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key 

{Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time 

Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine} 

And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad 

I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board 

{When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord 

Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored} 

Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread 

Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head 

{You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard 

He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God 

Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown 

I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome 

{The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac 

A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack} 

 

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down 

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} 

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks 

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} 

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks 

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} 

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June 

{Yeah, yeah, yeah} 

 

{My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings 

You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens} 

And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now 

And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl 

{On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released 

Around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast} 

Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake 

Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date 

{Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, 

Cause I got two violent felony charges} 

And you know your appeal is progress 

{You're my dog, dun} 

And we gon keep this tight 

I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right 

{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks 

Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks} 

And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things 

I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things 

 

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down 

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} 

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks 

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} 

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks 

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} 

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June 

{Yeah, yeah, yeah} 

 

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa 

And guess what? I made you executive producer 

Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe 

{They won't believe to see me come home to a V 

Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds 

I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave} 

Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes 

We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows 

Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild 

Capone home, niggas still diggin our style 

{Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? 

I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine} 

Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice 

Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post 

And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast 

{Son there's only one minute left 

Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost} 

 

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down 

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} 

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks 

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} 

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks 

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} 

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June 

{Yeah, yeah, yeah} 

 

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down 

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books} 

I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks 

{I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks} 

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks 

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon} 

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June 

{Yeah, yeah, yeah} 

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