Capone-N-Noreaga (CNN) - B EZ lyrics

[Nas talking] I heard that n***a Capone's home yo...word to Motha..that n***a Nore' doin' his mothaf**in' thing...thugged out entertainment...knowwhatI'msayin'?, n***as still in the streets...Ill Will, Braveheart n***a, there's a thin line between streets and business..so we gotta have balance and be easy... [Verse 1: Nas] I heard you f*gs wanna catch me off guard put Tecks to my heart, the d**h of Escobar under your breath, whispers in the dark I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin' I can't trust nothin', this b**h that I'm f**in' this clip that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist look at my hand, finger p**y with expensive rings cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B. the voice from Heaven I'm God sent, of course a legend this is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand blunted eyes red C-Cla**, a Hundred times Five Red CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless her body stacks the best, a** is flawless finally the long awaited sh**, ghetto people the sequel Nas, CNN, nobody's equal. [Chorus] Yo, Be easy keep the club off the heezy straight thugs in the back, drink creezy be easy, but we still smoke treezy see us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy. [Verse 2: Capone] n***as picked me the boss Ricky Ross Lex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the source if it's flour then swallow your loss I co*k Fours, kick in Poppi's doors all for the cash and the cause n***as break big fractions of laws so what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin' my palm it's pitiful, wavin' my wand The Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan chasin' my Henny, embrace Benny's it's quite Frank, my n***as 'll k**, never waste a Penny money stay well invested feel the weight on my necklace when d**h is too close flip the next sh** thug the game out bust biscuits, pull the Range out public enemy, QueensBridge where I hang out sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance my energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Noreaga] I see d**h through the corner, die, kingdom come Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner ba*tard and crush weed with the hashish Bandana head dome wrapped Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman The S-Cla** is sh**tin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your s*ut Money bustin out my pocket, your bank is stopped [Chorus]