[Capone Talking, Noreaga talking in background]
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I want niggas to bang out to this shit
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Niggas drive drunk to this shit
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Drive drunk to this [x14]
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Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]
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[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
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We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doing it our way now)
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I think its our way, I think its our way
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If you don't like it hit the highway
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(hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here)
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I think its our way, I think its our way
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We doing this our way
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(yeah yeah we doing it our way like its fucking pose to be)
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I think its our way, I think its our way
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Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)
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[Iman Thug]
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Call me the black machine gun jack megern
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Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
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Smash the burn
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No time for fronting its nothing
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Gets yours while I get mine not nothing
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We flows with the ratical
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Tongue mathematical
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Cut niggas bent up shit with dirty attitudes
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That's the way the world go round and round
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Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
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Peep the grimist
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We high profile locist
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Thugged out 41st side smokers
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Now who you know
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Get down like us
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Gats bust empty out rounds that gust
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Can't stand overpaid ass
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Fronting ass bitch
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Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick
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Dirting in the club
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While her man couple of a drinks
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All my niggas in the V.I.P. doing our thing
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[Chorus x1]
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[Noreaga]
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Yo money bust snaps for pocket
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And I don't dance
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I get head
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And I don't even iron my pants
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I got a dead steel
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Yall niggas ran with your legs still
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I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
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From New York but still I been hating the knicks
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And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
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My nigga Nas told me
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Take your hoe to the flicks
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And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch
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We from Queens
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The dro is like hard to get
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We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit
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Yo its Melvin the african godfather
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So yo god bother
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You wanna taste the revolver
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I dead dun
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I shot toe then run
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Now stay motherfucker give head to the gun
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Stay on son
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Itchy bon like number one
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It's the QB album that us bless this dun
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[Chorus x1]
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[Capone]
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I stand on the block
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Fully baked hand on my cock
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Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops
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I put work in
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I'm the street in the sickest version
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No crowd niggas collect my person to person
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I buck right if my left hurting
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I'm double jointed
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Ducking the cops they stay searching
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The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy
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Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me
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I pull up in the S50 plus five
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Let the thugs fly
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Now everybody tough guys
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Its murder in these blood eyes
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Like I ain't got shit to live for
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Fuck a thugs cry nigga shoot that's why god put em here for
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I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway
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Been in my shoes
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I'm thuggin rich make my own rules
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Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane
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I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name
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Capone nigga
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[horus x1]
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[All]
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Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby
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Three bent niggas straight going crazy
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Hennessy is the drink that fades me
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Bang out to this shit baby [x2]
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[All talking]
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Our way
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Capone -N- Noreaga |