Lyrics Reunion - Capone-N-Noreaga

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