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Capone-N-Noreaga - N-Noreaga F/ Algado, Final Chapter - Straight Like That lyrics
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 [Intro] 
 I'll murder you...you...and you
 Don't give a fuck about you..you...
[Chorus 1]
 [Capone]
 It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga
 [Final Chapter] 
 Straight like that
 [Capone]
 We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
 [Algado]
 Straight like that
 [Capone]
 We eat, sleep, shit street life
 [Algado]
 Straight like that
 [Capone]
 We get knocked bail the same night
 [Algado]
 Straight like that
 [Chorus 2]
 We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically
 There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically
 You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically
 Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically
 [Capone]
 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, cuz 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
 [Algado]
 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 verseCapone-N-Noreaga - N-Noreaga F/ Algado, Final Chapter - Straight Like That - http://motolyrics.com/capone-n-noreaga/n-noreaga-f-algado-final-chapter-straight-like-that-lyrics.html
 Straight like that, y'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
 Y'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
[Chorus 1 & 2]
 [Final Chapter]
 Aiyyo, aiyyo
 I peeped your true colors while y'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 cuz 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 y'all pass on, cuz 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
 [Noreaga]
 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
[Chorus 1 & 2]








