Reunion (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 pro-blemo 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 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 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 Unassissted, 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