Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foul 120 , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Release date: 23.07.2015
Song language: English
Foul 120 |
| I spit Lazarette get yourself to arrogant |
| I told them Motorola Coca Cola strolla |
| Use to chop coke on a gold plate |
| And watch my jewish friends eat off it |
| And yell muffle top |
| Don’t be destroyed destroyed just to bail |
| I told them those old God’s them young boy will kill |
| My filosophy hot as helly autobiography |
| Living through a prophecy jailhouse monopoly |
| Binoculars victorious torious is legendary |
| Your presence so bow when you see us |
| Mafia dons thick babes want to give us |
| Cush with the thrilla reallas strippers and the divas |
| You know just how i ride kid |
| Wedges right under my eye lids |
| That meaning I see sharp I |
| Am deep in the ocean that means I see sharks |
| I survived in the jungle nigga I see mountain lions |
| From my screen bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| And bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| I am from when they clap I’m up close |
| For you andrew Jack you take them MJ’s and wipe |
| The blood off of the napkin |
| New general role filled killed the arrogant arrogant |
| Wild fugitive Ford Harrison |
| Paper soldiers they loose stripes under the moonlight |
| Lessons we the new life sweet as a cube hice |
| Food for thought bees you the greese time ten |
| Tantranory we the three wise men |
| And my does stocked high you lost it as simple as I quit |
| For my whole self it ain’t for no target |
| It’s the new world order money |
| So I monopolise use to hustle work to phene skin |
| Sumolly style my vision is clear just like the brunal |
| Back in the jungle they say I’m too wild |
| To go against a team like us |
| Like bringing a ham sandwich in the mob |
| My screen bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| And bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| When ya’ll niggers want to eat what’s on my plate |
| My day the whole machete they chopped snake |
| Morally miami nigga they chopped weight |
| Like we in south philly eating chopped stakes |
| What makes rain hills you know when earthquakes drop |
| Collateral OG because it’s our anniversary |
| I ride on the pirates pot no time to work play |
| Felt like a mother that smuggles clid on the north phase |
| Neck tie supreme court illegal shoe lace |
| Place with you beast and create a new race |
| You out on appearance you still lease |
| Want to be for the gorilla then call the beast |
| We the bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taurua |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| And bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| Guns in Africa wanted man in Taiwan |
| J cool want to sway boot on Obama |
| Red grey deceit colour beats |
| Fly bitches in Asia cooling on her man sneaks |
| Chunking with the hustlers then next with the credits |
| I master my gun men and the leather |
| You up in the parks while a nigga shoots |
| Before you tell them salute you from the male |
| When master of the music is like addicate |
| Before you get played you better choosing who is your manager |
| My handguns are charging come to the complex |
| And hang around the cons in the convent |
| Dice games and white planes |
| ESPN in the white range and bite danger |
| Before I cruise to Egypt I know niggers ain’t fucking with us |
| For my bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| For my bricklaying general on the four corners |
| Pink make a rabie I spit on the taura |
| Whole book of life its the supreme order |
| We the new 5% so respect the order |
| I rise stand up |
| Stand up |
| Brooklyn Bosnia you all know what we did |
| This is what it is |
| Yea mine got checked mind |
| Elevate my niggers work with me yeah |
| Orange check generals on deck |
| Brooklyn is Baghdad |
| Yea Syria Libanon |
| Ain’t nothing changed but the game |