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Cappadonna
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Blood Brothers
Lyricist:Berkeley Anthony Ian, Diggs Robert F, Hamilton Arnold E, Huston Paul E
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All y'all hatin' ass, Mc's run for cover Long live, Cappadon' that's word to mother I'm a Staten Island like, nigga, straight from the gutters And every time you see me, I always got the butters
And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow Travel across the globe, show after show We fuckin' ho's all night, that's the goal
And there's a bunch of y'all niggaz that's feelin' the 'O' But do I give a shit about y'all? I don't think so I clap one of y'all niggaz and leave you flat
And the rest of y'all bitch, ass, niggaz'll fall back It's the C to the A-P, in ya mouth Cold stab y'all niggaz, what the fuck y'all talkin' about?
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Homicide Hills, Staten Island, that's what it is
Aiyo Cap, what you speak about? Niggaz still frontin' Like we ain't got shit to make a cat start runnin' What? We blood for life, we thug for life Y'all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
Mama, love always screamed on us And sometimes, not all the time, daddy dropped Cream on us, motherfuckers wan' get it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gully back to back, take it back to eighty-six When we wrapped up crack
And we ride together, rhyme together Eat together, talk, shit and sleep together In the hood, we pack, eat together
What you think? Y'all niggaz, keep frontin' I'ma bleed ya leather, L-O be blunt, speak twice Speak it up, how you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up?
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What's wrong with y'all? I'ma sing a song for y'all Pop off 'til I get along with y'all, I'ma stay strong with y'all Knucklehead niggaz, Shaolin, volume two Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
Pop the pistol at the police that's disturbin' the peace Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease I'm just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar I don't think I'm better, I'm just a true blue nigga
But the hood is redder, kid The way I do things is my only vendetta Original Don Don, and jelly, green Nike's On kid the green leather, I ain't sweatin' shit For bringin' fam dogs together And my big dick, go right in ya heffer
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