Capone -n- Noreaga - Closer (Sam Sneed Version) lyrics

(Noreaga) Word up dun Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm sayin' No excuses, no excuses [Verse 1 - Noreaga] Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route More b**hes to doubt, more money to count Yo my Swiss account, with more cheese amount Keep piling and still gettin' calls from the island Still do the things I do when I was wildin' Tryin' to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas Spend a week with dime b**hes thats freaks Body so bangin' I call they're tits Sants Ass cheeks scream loud like Sam beats I wanna be under the seats in our streets Last year around the time this year If I would have got locked, yo I wouldn't even care But now I got this rap thing No more hustlin, at age ten my team played to win We Sonny Carson nobody understandin' Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle And once you get muscle nobody trust you Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days These lasts days comin' up Yo these little n***as comin' up Get they gun tucked, ready to buck Not thinkin' Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin' Pretty Ake, Imam and Mahdi yo it's Papi, offically Arab Nazi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune [Hook - Smoke] You say you never leave the thugs alone You wanna be wit Nore or Capone You say you like the way he holds his chrome But you will never leave him lonely You say you like the wait that 2-5 shine You wanna be his wife and push his ride Stand by his side and feed his time Well shorty you should hold him closely boy [Verse 2 - Noreaga] Yo I still remember when we first did it Nobody with it Label said 2-5 is too thugged out So although we had to but God wasn't glad to Wait our turn to boiler now we burn On the daily done f**ed in every telly We can fly just like R. Kelly The moon is secondary to the sun I think I gotta son but I ain't sure What's in store God there's more Shortie said the kid mine, knockin' at my door Could it be tryin' to be what I can be Islam me 2-5 the army Said she about to have my seed, soon to be It shocked me, hinkin' bout a little me Eternally I bleed think of the seed Yo at high speed, I multiply with weed Now I slow my life down I got time to breathe [Hook repeat x2] (Noreaga) Hold us closely... hold us closely Word up... yo... yo A little bit of thugs is all it takes To make this industry just great A little bit of thugs is all it takes To make this industry great Black shine... black shine