Capone -n- Noreaga - Straight Like That lyrics

I'll murder you...you...and you Don't give a f** about you..you... [Chorus: ] It's Thugged Out Entertainment n***a Straight like that We club, shoot, stab, sell crack Straight like that We eat, sleep, sh** street life Straight like that We get knocked by the same ? Straight like that We gettin' b**hes, b**hes, money, money, basically There ain't no kissin', we just f**in' honeys, basically You see why'all snitchin' n***az talkin' funny, basically Me and my n***az is known to keep it ugly, basically 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 n***as be shootin', we riot We run the streets quiet, 'cause the law's biased Skip the battles back in 86, now n***az tattle, chop crazy bricks Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich Fantasize and flatten the hills, for n***az in ghettos Its crack, bullets that k**, dreams are fulfilled Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years I keep two b**hes, 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 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 verse Straight like that, why'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 sh** stop Why'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 co*ked, about to pop To hustlers like Flynt, sellin' cracks like Sprint A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it [Chorus: ] Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while why'all n***az 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 n***az start to worry 'cause my hood is dark and blurry When shots flurry, n***az 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 n***az come up quick and then fall I've seen you frontin' for your broad like her p**y's the bomb Clowns findin' their stash gone but my cash is long So I'ma let why'all pa** on, 'cause you a** like a thong My click is movin' out, now is you rollin' along? 'Til I perish I'm spittin' strong, it's that sh** 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 Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these n***az love me I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab n***az 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 b**h named Pebbles like LA Reed I dead n***az like Pac and Big, blocks to live These n***az can't eat like hostages f** Camry's and f** Honda Accords I rob n***az like the Crips at the Source Awards And everything that went down was cool with me As long as I came back with my j**elry We had machine guns, I think we had two or three And two or three limos, me and my n***a Timbo For b**hes that s** nuts and spit it out the window You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3 [Chorus: ]