[Capone]
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We put too much work in
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Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin
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It's been tried, we will survive
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CNN rise, keep street ties
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We got a hundred niggaz strong
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A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
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You can't murder what's dead
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We walk the pavement with, one in the head
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[Capone]
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Now what I stands for I rise for, my man's who I die for
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Blows frontline in the war, despise law
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I'm built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
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Niggaz wanna kill me 'fore I'm thirty-six
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Stop my lifeline, I'm tryin to hundred thousand dollar car and ice mine
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Predicate felon, lifetime
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Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this
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Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is
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I lay this down, I blaze this pound I'ma say this now
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Fuck around and I'ma chastise
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You ain't that wise, I'm out to capitalize
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My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin back in your ride
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My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker
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I squeeze vertical a fiend I'm servin you
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What dirt'll do to virginal niggaz, is get 'em kilt
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Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?
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[Chorus: Capone]
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You can't killlll, me
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We put too much work in
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Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin
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You can't killlll, me
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It's been tried, we will survive
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CNN rise, keep street ties
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You can't killlll, me
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We got a hundred niggaz strong
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A hundred niggaz armed to kill you right or wrong
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You can't killlll, me
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You can't murder what's dead
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We walk the pavement with, one in the head
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[Noreaga]
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I can't believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
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I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state
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I got caught, what the hell did I thought?
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Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it's pork
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It's the same thing, you should look how I walk
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The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped
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Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I'm wet
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The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death
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But it's okay, I go jet ski in the Bay
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away from New York, and go lay up in L.A.
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I know intelligent niggaz that move dough
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leave out of the hood, and lose all of they shit
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Well I don't lose nuttin, I learned how to mix with other cultures
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Other vultures, niggaz know I leave my path
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Kneeds the math, it's good like the Haitian hash
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It's amazin, you know my nigga Maze won't crash, it go
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[Chorus]
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[Capone]
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As long as blood in my vein flows niggaz gon' hate
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Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes
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Rely on my fate, remain cold
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Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those
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I'm a legend, only if Lord knows
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You can't kill me and place me in Potter's Field
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Y'all niggaz not as real
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I predict that I'ma die squeezin, thug it through the five seasons
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I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein
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You cannot kill me, or have me leanin slumped on a project gate
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with one in my stomach, barely breathin
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my moms grievin, my wife cryin, my kid's a bastard
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I bust iron, fuck livin or dyin
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Fools who work out get tight caskets
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Niggaz who merk out when I spray crash kid
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That's the way that I'm on it
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[Chorus] - repeat to fade
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You Can't Kill Me
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Capone -N- Noreaga |