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Lyrics for 'Phonetime' by 'Capone N Noreaga'
(noreaga), {capone}
Son I Zone, My Gun Is Never On Safety
I Copped The New Jordan's, The White Ones Wit Skate Key
{me, I'm Just Chillin Pop, Serving My Time
Got My Greens On, These Faggots Ain't Deservin A Shine}
And Yeah, While I'm Home You Like Livin Abroad
I Heard Those Crackers Dissed You, Smack You At The Board
{when Twenty-four, They Did The Same To Norman And Lord
Heard You Cop The Silver Gs, My Nigga You Scored}
Yea, It's Nuthin, Cause I'm Gettin Bread
Crack Is Dead, Bitches Wanna Give Me Head
{you's A Funny Nigga, I Just Saw Kai In The Yard
He Said Holla, When You Getta Chance, Scribe The God
Tell Kai I Said What Up, And His Sister Is Grown
I Copped The Four-fifth Auto, It's Pretty With Chrome
{the Day I Come Home, I Need A Mink And A Brand New Mac
A Few Jump Offs, Some Dom's, Some Beer, And The Crack}
I'm Outside On The Streets, Just Holdin It Down
{i'm In Jail Pumpin Iron Son, And Readin Books}
I'm In The Studio, Droppin Sixteen's Wit Hooks
{i'm In The Yard In The Cypha, Just Smokin My Sticks}
I'm In Queens Coliseum, Just Coppin New Kicks
{i Hit The Law Library, Hope To Come Home Soon}
I Just Finished Up The Album, Fin' Ta Drop In June
{yeah, Yeah, Yeah}
{my Little Dun Gangstas, Caught In Blood Beef With The Kings
You Know Jarome Brotha, My Dun I Used To Creep Wit In Queens}
And Dat's My Dun Too, So I'ma Find Out Now
And Have My Dogs On The Island, Just Get On The Prawl
{on The Other Side Of Things, I'm Tryin To Get Released
Around My Born Day, But A Nigga Keep In Beef Wit Da Beast}
Fuck The Police, Cause All Of Dem Niggas Is Fake
Don't Lose Your C.r., Son You'll Get Your Open Date
{dun, I'ma See Ya Regardless,
Cause I Got Two Violent Felony Charges}
And You Know Your Appeal Is Progress
{you're My Dog, Dun}
And We Gon Keep This Tight
I Keep Your Commisary Phat, I'ma Keep You Right
{i Got The Chronic Stashed In A Coffee Carton And Kicks
Good Lookin For The Bitches Butt-naked And The Flicks}
And You Ain't Gotta Thank Me, Real Niggas Do Real Things
I Keep Freak Hoes, They Really Do Ill Things
I'm Outside On The Streets, Just Holdin It Down
{i'm In Jail Pumpin Iron Son, And Readin Books}
I'm In The Studio, Droppin Sixteen's Wit Hooks
{i'm In The Yard In The Cypha, Just Smokin My Sticks}
I'm In Queens Coliseum, Just Coppin New Kicks
{i Hit The Law Library, Hope To Come Home Soon}
I Just Finished Up The Album, Fin' Ta Drop In June
{yeah, Yeah, Yeah}
I Used To Be Ugly, Now These Bitches Is Medusa
And Guess What? I Made You Executive Producer
Some Extra G's, So When You Come Home You Breathe
{they Won't Believe To See Me Come Home To A V
Pigs Pressin Me, Want Autographs For They Seeds
I Gotta C.o. Thinkin That We Gon Fuck When I Leave}
Yo Nigga Think About This Money, Fuck Them Hoes
We Gonna Throw A Pounda Weed Out, At One The Shows
Spread It Out, In The Crowd, See Them Niggas Get Wild
Capone Home, Niggas Still Diggin Our Style
{shit Is Foul, How These Crackers Tryin To Keep Me Confined?
I Gotta Visit Last Week And Saw Gremlin Divine}
Meet Timbo And Ice, Got Bent And Rolled Dice
Scooped, Ridin Loose, Then We Headed To Post
And Got Some Hydro-weed And We Had Our Toast
{son There's Only One Minute Left
Son There's Only One Minute Left, Son I'm Ghost}
I'm Outside On The Streets, Just Holdin It Down
{i'm In Jail Pumpin Iron Son, And Readin Books}
I'm In The Studio, Droppin Sixteen's Wit Hooks
{i'm In The Yard In The Cypha, Just Smokin My Sticks}
I'm In Queens Coliseum, Just Coppin New Kicks
{i Hit The Law Library, Hope To Come Home Soon}
I Just Finished Up The Album, Fin' Ta Drop In June
{yeah, Yeah, Yeah}
I'm Outside On The Streets, Just Holdin It Down
{i'm In Jail Pumpin Iron Son, And Readin Books}
I'm In The Studio, Droppin Sixteen's Wit Hooks
{i'm In The Yard In The Cypha, Just Smokin My Sticks}
I'm In Queens Coliseum, Just Coppin New Kicks
{i Hit The Law Library, Hope To Come Home Soon}
I Just Finished Up The Album, Fin' Ta Drop In June
{yeah, Yeah, Yeah}
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