Thunn Songtext

Aight you know how we do we come to the club Naw mean? Straight to the door , no linie , straight to the dinoor Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean? Y'know how we do my man put it on every tininime Naw mean? Funk Flex , Big Kap , N.O.R.E. naw mean? My nigga putititon naw mean? ........... you know how we do This one's for the clititiub y'naw mean Tearin it itiitout Every time straight to the dinoor , straight to the dinoor Big motherfuckin Kap Funkmaster Flex Def Jam C -N- N Yo , yo , yo [Noreaga] Yo bootleg has got me , and they had my shit Two months before the album , I'm mad as shit I told my label suck my dick , and fuck a flick And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I shit I smoke cigarettes , and my breath smell like weed I got my little brother head ? and party is speed ? Drink my biz , have my niggas clip your ears C -N- N We'll probably sell like , Britney Spears Yo courageous , none of this's can take this N.O.R. I'm like the rap married Davis If you like me , dude yo you dig my shit You don't like me? fuck you and suck my dick I like my hoes just like summer , no class And niggas workin so hard and gettin no ass And C -N- N we stand for niggas that stand the war Like Luce and Maze they keep the glock on stage See us rollin and a hoop in the range Yo the hoop's got mad guns , and the range got cocaine Damn right bury every nigga that write That I can get wit all up and sell no more white Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips Layin on the beach with some bitches and chewsticks Top videos for more than a mil I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga Them niggas they wanna pop , them bitches they wanna pop Them niggas who got the glock (who got the drop) , (we wanna rot) Thunn [Capone] Yo Yo now on top , I walk with a bop , came home inherit the block Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop I'm livin life like a dealer Fuck it , cop the bucket ten and out Clips sprayin when we spinnin out Street clap you , my records speak for my livin Deeper than guns , iller than prison , time to pain givin So I earnt mine and spit for Flex Call a pitbull its clip to tech Disrespect? My niggas come M-U style I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial For possession this shit y'all compressed in a vial Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild 80 percent thugs 20 bitches make my crowd Real from far like Picasso , check my features Always a thug , fly nigga , check my sneakers Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis Nothin come between us Burst your penis , I squeeze firm , how on earth? Niggas boogie when the d's turn , throwin they work In the bushes , everyday in the hood I'm air like , naw nigga he's in the wood Franchise what! Thugged out shit CHORUS conversation with Big Kap and others / Kap checking messages