Final Chapter - Straight Like That lyrics

[Intro] I'll murder you...you...and you Don't give a f** about you..you... [Hook 1] [Capone] It's Thugged Out Entertainment n***a [Final Chapter] Straight like that [Capone] We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We eat, sleep, sh** street life [Algado] Straight like that [Capone] We get knocked bail the same night [Algado] Straight like that [Hook 2] We gettin b**hes, b**hes, money, money, basically There ain't no kissin, we just f**in honeys, basically You see y'all snitchin n***as talkin funny, basically Me and my n***as is known to keep it ugly, basically [Capone] I'm off Beezlebub, 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, cuz the law's biased Skip the battles back in 86, now n***as tattle, chop crazy bricks Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich Fantasize and flatten the hills, for n***as 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 [Algado] 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, y'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 Y'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 [Hook 1 & 2] [Final Chapter] Aiyyo, aiyyo I peeped your true colors while y'all n***as 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***as start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry When shots flurry, n***as 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***as 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'mma let y'all pa** on, cuz 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 [Noreaga] Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these n***as love me I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab n***as 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***as like Pac and BIG, blocks to live These n***as can't eat like hostages f** Camry's and f** Honda Accords I rob n***as 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 [Hook 1 & 2]