Straight Like That Lyrics - Singles - Capone-n-noreaga

I'll murder you...you...and you 

Don't give a fuck about you..you... 

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It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga 

Straight like that 

We club, shoot, stab, sell crack 

Straight like that 

We eat, sleep, shit street life 

Straight like that 

We get knocked by the same ? 

Straight like that 

We gettin' bitches, bitches, money, money, basically 

There ain't no kissin', we just fuckin' honeys, basically 

You see why'all snitchin' niggaz talkin' funny, basically 

Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically 

I'm off the ?yelzabob? I walk wit the mac in my sweats 

Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left 

My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter 

Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca 

There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin', we riot 

We run the streets quiet, 'cause the law's biased 

Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks 

Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich 

Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos 

Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled 

Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years 

I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes 

The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto 

Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin' a bottle 

I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever 

Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever 

Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter 

? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya 

Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first 

Have 'em coppin' your album just for our verse 

Straight like that, why'all better tell 'em 

I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum 

Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension 

Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention 

I know you keep your life in your cash 

Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot 

So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop 

Why'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop 

I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops 

Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop 

To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint 

A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it 

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Aiyyo, aiyyo 

I peeped your true colors while why'all niggaz was blinded 

I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin' 

You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing 

My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds 

Make ya niggaz start to worry 'cause my hood is dark and blurry 

When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury 

Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting 

Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining 

I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall 

I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her pussy's the bomb 

Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long 

So I'ma let why'all pass on, 'cause you ass like a thong 

My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along? 

'Til I perish I'm spittin' strong, it's that shit that I'm on 

Final Chapter's comin' at ya, now the drama is born 

Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord 

Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me 

I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby 

I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens 

That's why 'til this day they don't let me in 

I be in New York smokin' LA weed 

I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed 

I dead niggaz like Pac and Big, blocks to live 

These niggaz can't eat like hostages 

Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords 

I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards 

And everything that went down was cool with me 

As long as I came back with my jewelry 

We had machine guns, I think we had two or three 

And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo 

For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window 

You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3 

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