Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Capicu, artist - Tony Touch. Album song The Piecemaker Ii, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.02.2004
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Capicu |
| JuJu |
| Nore |
| Fat Joe |
| Tony Touch |
| Joe Crack 'the don' |
| Top of the world, we ain’t gonna stop till you earl |
| Got you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl |
| Make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes |
| Of course is the ladies love joe cause he’s gorgeous |
| Recognize the king, the livest team |
| If I ever do time I prolly die in da bin |
| Turn the one year stress 'til like 30 to life |
| Same day I came home I’ll probabbly murder my wife |
| Look at them guys, they all look shook and surprise |
| I dont know why I wrote the book on how to be live |
| When the shit goes down, be the last man standing |
| Can’t beat them then join them, even though you can’t stand them |
| It’s the nigga that you love to hate |
| Ain’t nothing change but the women and the living is great |
| Nowadays they got a pen and a K |
| I don’t fly but keep a plane close by in case |
| Yeah… Shit! |
| You know how we do |
| Capicu |
| Sent a few to ICU |
| The whole clique rock steady like Motley Crue |
| And ya’ll shit starting to look sloppy too |
| Vamonos, them falling like dominos |
| Them Zanganos, Toca cantalo |
| I bang out with the classic rhyming flow |
| To lock it down «TOMA», where you trying to go |
| I’m dyin to grow |
| Word let me speak my mind |
| Cause see alot of your herbs thought I reached my prime |
| But I came in the game with a unique design |
| It’s made up with only dope beats and rhymes |
| Puerto Rock, it this mic on or wut |
| So I can rep my peoples that’s on the block |
| Cognac on the rocks, haters want to know when it’s goin to stop |
| Till we on the top… What! |
| Beat stops |
| Salsa beat starts |
| Regular beat starts |
| Ayyo… it go |
| Esta Loca, tony toca |
| We been boning bitches in they mothafucking chocha |
| This is the audience, I’m the lyricist |
| Sucks how this suckers in the crowd want to hear this |
| ???,??? |
| and none of them in they case |
| I’m free as a bird and to fly out on stage |
| I’m not here for no frontin just to say a little something |
| This suckers don’t like me cause I’m all about dumping |
| Shotgun pumping, ripping you up |
| I’m like Dru Hill now how I’m splitting you up |
| See I’m the founder god plus I’m half latino |
| See me in Miami eating fish wit my hijo |
| I’m chilling wit my uncle my fault I mean tio |
| Kidnap niggas making them sniff a whole kilo |
| So what now, I heard you niggas want buck now |
| Caught you without a gun, you niggas ain’t tough now |
| What’s going on niggas? |
| It’s real |
| 50 mm people eater, God Ju, kneel |
| Fuck you nigga how you feel |
| You’re fragile like Ally McBeal |
| Snap you in half, what the fuck is the deal |
| Junkyard ain’t no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me |
| Burning in hell, nigga frying with me |
| And I dont want nobody cryin for me |
| I want a thousand rounds in the air flying for me |
| Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah |
| So smell the gun powder |
| Living in a place you couldn’t get the fuck outta |
| The Horror, niggas you know your whole life tryin to kill you |
| Can’t even control your own wife, keep movin |
| Stayin in ground I ain’t losing |
| Life is the deadly decision I keep choosing |
| Been like a battle out of hell |
| For every nigga sitting up in a cell |
| Keep it funky till we all outta jail |