Phonetime Songtext

[Noreaga], [Capone]
Son I zone, my gun is never on safety
I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key
[Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time
Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine]
And yeah, while I'm home you like livin abroad
I heard those crackers dissed you, smack you at the board
[When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord
Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored]
Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
[You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard
He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome
[The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac
A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack]
mobehbe nc bboh

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
[I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books]
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
[I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks]
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
[I hit the law library, hope to come home soon]
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

[My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings
You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens]
And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now
And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl
[On the other side of things, I'm tryin to get released
around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast]
Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake
Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date
[Dun, I'ma see ya regardless,
cause I got two violent felony charges]
And you know your appeal is progress
[You're my dog, dun]
And we gon keep this tight
I keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right
[I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks
Good lookin for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks]
And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real things
I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
[I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books]
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
[I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks]
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
[I hit the law library, hope to come home soon]
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

I used to be ugly, now these bitches is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when you come home you breathe
[They won't believe to see me come home to a V
Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon **** when I leave]
Yo nigga think about this money, **** them hoes
We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows
Spread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wild
Capone home, niggas still diggin our style
[Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?
I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine]
Meet Timbo and Ice, got bent and rolled dice
Scooped, ridin loose, then we headed to Post
And got some hydro-weed and we had our toast
[Son there's only one minute left
Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost]

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
[I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books]
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
[I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks]
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
[I hit the law library, hope to come home soon]
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down
[I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books]
I'm in the studio, droppin sixteen's wit hooks
[I'm in the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks]
I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks
[I hit the law library, hope to come home soon]
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]

Capone N Noreaga Phonetime songtext