Cappadonna - Non-Negotiable lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] CHAMBERMUSIK.Com, boy! Peep the paralized talk, uh-huh Peep the paralized talk, uh-huh, huh, huh, huh Peep the paralized talk, huh Peep the paralized talk, huh, huh, huh [Solomon Childs] Peep the paralized talk, Ranita cousin Grimes They say he got dealings, in New York City's recent Alphabet crimes, what's funny Son down south in North Caroline, cracked out Destroyed in his mind, it puzzles me sometimes How the feds, never got the whole story Put pretend, like every hand's in place, like the afro of Robert Horry This old lady rose, swift on her toes Pushing the forties, Glock nines, tray fevers Up north n***as, check her out, when they come home To get their first diva, Uncle Peter fix your old station wagon But part timer'll break down and cleaning all your cannon Uh, you can say my family, like the black Sopranos Between the paraphernalia cycles, domestic violence channels Seen a lot of Supreme Court panels I ain't saying I'm scared of the people, sh** This for the people, I come across, like an animal But'll front, and break you down and beat you deaf like an anvil The weather's so hot, but, my family want blood I'm standing so on top, like the A-Bomb And want blow, bigger, n***a [Interlude: Solomon Childs] I got it, I got it, I got it, I got it... f**er... Ya'll n***as ain't ready for me, man Stand behind that n***a, when we come gunning for him We gonna hit your b**h a**, too [Solomon Childs] Swerve like a samurai, n***a Tam or ride, n***a, you up on your own, n***a You gon' have me put one all up in your bones, n***a Stupid, what's really wrong, man? How many times I gotta tell you I'm running this sh** for real, man I'll come through your hood, blow you out, in your hood In front of your barbershop, in your hood I ain't try'nna..... get down with you Relate to you... feel me? In any way, move with you You a**, n***a, we know already You ain't never bust nobody, you ain't never clapped nobody You hear, you hear, what's wrong? What you think this is a game? These k**a Mob n***as'll Throw the toast to your nose, plus Bust s**m in your dame, sh** I'm real McCoy with it, street level, h**n of Roy with it Mow 'em down, move 'em on, move 'em on, mow 'em down, n***a, it's on [Interlude: Solomon Childs] f**, man, what's good, n***a, I'm running this man I got my own Mob, doing my thing, n***a I move too smooth, man Ya'll n***as try and follow, man, hehehe, ya'll n***as stupid, man, go Head, n***a [Cappadonna] Feds hit the mansion last week, on some King Kong Shots tapping on the door, like it was ping pong Shells hit the door bell, it went ding dong I couldn't take it no more, I dropped my ring-ding Flashbacks in my mind, visions of Sing-Sing Cut your face...