Reunion Lyrics - Capone-n-noreaga

CNN (CNN!) CNN 

The reunion man we back again man are y'all ready man? 

Hahahahahaha, yo, yo 

My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home 

it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone 

We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks 

Based on a true story, it's Nore' 

And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me 

It feel good to have love in the hood 

And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good 

Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits 

Smoke 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 problemo 

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: x2] 

Yo, it's 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? 

I'm glad you home 

So we could, take over the world, it's 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 don't even smoke 

I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke 

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

And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor 

with the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw 

My heat is the fourth, while y'all 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 

[Chorus] 

Thuggology's 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 death's kiko, is goin to jail 

Unassisted, I shivered and frail 

My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille 

I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale 

Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail 

Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug 

Whichever way it's 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 

[Chorus: x2]