Capone -n- Noreaga - All We Got Is Us lyrics

[Noreaga talking] Elpee... Ya hot with this one dog! Show these n***as what I'm like Show these n***as I don't like Show these n***as what I'm like Show these n***as I don't like Show these n***as what I'm like Show these n***as I don't like Show these n***as what I'm like Show these n***as I don't like Show these n***as what I'm like Show these n***as I don't like [Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm like Rich Porter, the epitome of Alpo AZ and Nicky Barnes, I rock sticky thumbs I chopped it, and I cooked till my hands got numb Shotguns malt-liquor and ones I used to pay homage and wanted to play to be a fat cat Someone like Castro, mad cash flow Me and 'Pone like the best in the business n***as show love, hoes show interest My gun game - got my pops to blame I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain And I'm not that n***a that'll f** ya dame I'm true to my n***as, hop out the car Hand on my mac, co*k back, ready to clap Up in Iraq, see my n***as hustlin' crack The same scheme from Queens when you livin' your dreams You gotta sell things if you're looking for fiends [Chorus] (Noreaga) I got love for n***as (Capone) n***as always snaky (Noreaga) I got love for hoes (Capone) Hoes always snaky (Noreaga) I got love for cliqua (Capone) Clique alwas snaky (Both) All we got is us All we got is us [Noreaga] I know crips, yo crips even be in Iraq I know young bloods and n***as like O.G. Mack I dropped out in seventh grade and I knew I'd be straight I went O.T. and then I copped bricks for eight I cut black b**hes off for at least three weeks I had Spanish hoes spittin nuts on the seats I see Jesus in my kids but it's silly to me How I see Him in them, don't see Him in me [Capone] I blanks out, my n***a knight just hit the bricks I'm not a rapper, I sell a lot of crack but spit n***as that I'm cool with, I only keep a n***a hot Say I'm on some new sh**, then I co*k the pop The other side of the game, doin' fifty y'all I survived behind the wall and the feds for y'all Similar to "Hurricane," hara**ed half my life I got a right to flash my ice, crash the Vipe [chorus] [Capone] When everything goes sour, I got my dog I squeezed off went through the pound and locked my doors I'm not scared of your guns, I got shot before n***as' j**els got little rocks like Arkansas I'm the, prophet of B.I.G., but never the next I'm the first in every verse spit sh** get worse You can hate me, or wish I'd lie in a hearse Respect my game, who the best? Select my name I salute n***as in jail, I'm big as Latrell On the street, you need heat? Ask Dominican Will My cliqua's off the meter, we come gunnin' bullets Whistle past your ear, like police in London We the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on a visit I'm Y2K in a flesh, the future at it's best Nevertheless I pop metal to d**h [chorus] [Noreaga giving shout outs] Yeah! Dedicated to Rich Porter little brother, Who died in the struggle and never got recognized for it! Dedicated to n***as like Phat Cap and Perry Mason! You know.... You know how them n***as do! Tash and corn bread supreme! You know, E Money-Bags, Cameron Y.! n***as that were gettin' money! That I was growin' up Tryin' to be like! Ya smell me? Word up to all them gangster n***as! All them gangster n***as, man! All them gang bangin' n***as in L.A! All them n***as in Little Rock, Arkansas! Bang Bang, n***a! It's nothin'! I see y'all n***as, I feel your struggle! I went through it the same way! I'm still goin' through it the same way! I'm just a rapper now! People think I'm legit! But I do my sh**! I still gotta hustle, I still gotta have bricks! But you know... Let's feed the kids, man! Yeah, let's feed the kids, man! Let's do this sh** for the kids, man! I got a call right now (cell phone rings)! I'm a answer my call! But I'm a just say it like this: I do this for the gangstas, man! For the gangstas, man!