Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reunion , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Release date: 03.01.2000
Song language: English
Reunion |
| The reunion man. |
| we back again man. |
| are yall ready man? |
| Hahahahahaha, yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home |
| Its mink coats and cristal, just ask capone |
| We play the game like mobsters, oliver stone flicks |
| Based on a true story, its nore |
| And all of my niggaz buck for me, the projects love me It feel good to have love in the hood |
| And I aint got to buy weed, cause my credit is good |
| Machine gun lyrics, cn lift spirits |
| Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads |
| Gotta, listen to this before they piss in they beds |
| My mission instead, leave these niggaz missin and dead |
| And leave em dumped in a river, buttnaked and red |
| N.o., erase niggaz no pro-blemo |
| Keep a razor in my mouth — spit it out |
| And I never had to move nothin, I shit it out |
| And I still got it but I had to thug it out |
| Chorus: cnn (repeat 2x) |
| Yo, its like my mission just to live this way |
| I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day |
| The real people do real things |
| So why is real people still doin fake things? |
| huhhh? |
| peace god |
| whattup nigga? |
| im glad you home |
| So we could, take over the world, its ours to own |
| stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes |
| laced out, jesus piece, ice the face out |
| my niggaz on the run they place out |
| Flee fiends with the cake mouth |
| Automatic guns, bullets spray out |
| lay out, what? |
| gimme the cash and the coke |
| Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke |
| And sometimes I got reefer and I dont even smoke |
| i dont sleep, ninety-five percent of the time Im woke |
| The other 5 is when a nigga high, hear the thugs cry |
| and me, Im thugged out, I just sleep on the floor |
| With the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw |
| my heat is the fourth, while yall niggaz lean on the law |
| peter pay paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall |
| i watch for the cops, still a thug after the deal |
| Cnn gotta thug it for real |
| Thuggologys the major, paper |
| Capone-n-noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature |
| The law was built around capers since the years of the west |
| And are you real or fake? |
| how many thugs hear the question |
| Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail |
| Next to deaths kiko, is goin to jail |
| Unassissted, I shivered and frail |
| My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 thats in braille |
| I keep chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale |
| Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail |
| Yo its pone or its fonz, either pretty or thug |
| Whichever way its called, in every city a slug |
| If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood |
| And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge? |
| My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious |
| I rock fatigued up, down in cali khakis with the creases |