Capone - My Alias lyrics

[Verse 1: Noreaga] Carhartt dungarees; it's estimated that my mind elevated Organized crime related Bam Bam Bigelow, I'm not a gigolo More like a general, chef like Emeril (look it up) Panama Can*l shipment, distributed to Dominican Republic Republicans'll love it Democrat, Arafat, Madoff And we don't take a day off We lay off and spray off Meditate, Indian-style, knees bent Throw grenades at the precinct, and I'm talking recent Doing donuts on the highway in a Tahoe Cash flow, I go Jefe, muchacho Hermano, Italiano, horizontal, Verrazano, old wino Speak wisdom when we kicking it I sit back and listen, it Effect me magnificent, I'm different [Hook: Noreaga] See, I prefer that you call me by my alias Nickname change at times, various Girls curious, bi-coastal Like a toaster, we toast you Swift when we approach you [Verse 2: Noreaga] n***as warned me, they informed me Jakes swarm me, they straight storm me, they all on me CNN tradition when them bodies go missing Anybody get it -- m**m, Jew, or Christian Your honor, I was taught to move the onions It's just what I learned from OG's as a young'un It don't mean that I'm a bad person My Tec-9 got hiccups, it do mad burping [Capone] Shootouts, n***as is mad heartless Them automatics and targets Be the topic of discussion for the bloggers And the robbers and the slingers m**m and Catholic, the non-religious They recite every rhyme like holy scriptures Consiglieres you might fear White Airs looking like coke in heaven You wanted it, we right here We beat charges like Roethlisberger, paid attorneys No witnesses, DA want to burn me [Hook] [Verse 3: Capone] From the home of broken dreams and coke babies, it's so crazy They blow eighties, a body and a shell drop Ricochet bullet hit shorty neck in the nail shop The morgue is ice cold, but the corners is real hot Non-stop observation, hustling's my occupation Give me a few ki's, I'll show you how to lock the nation Queens House criminal, OG kush the minimal Shorty grabbed my soldiers, salute the general We send them shots back and forth like a rocking chair Overthrow your block and lock it just like Rasta hair Peer -- it's mad cake on the plate now The streets know we ill; any minute could be a shakedown Tap your pants pocket, take your wallet and your girl bangles Little goons, I wing em like Bojangles I walk with angels and a halo, my j**els glisten CNN reporting the war, listen [Hook]