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  • (feat. Iman Thug)
    [Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background]
    I want *******s to bang out to this ************t
    *******s drive drunk to this ************t
    Drive drunk to this [x14]
    Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]
    [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
    We doing this our way (yeah mother****** we doing it our way now)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    If you don't like it hit the highway
    (hit the highway ******* get the ******* up outta here)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    We doing this our way
    (yeah yeah we doing it our way like its ******g pose to be)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)
    [Iman Thug]
    Call me the black machine gun jack megern
    Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
    Smash the burn
    No time for fronting its nothing
    Gets yours while I get mine not nothing
    We flows with the ratical
    Tongue mathematical
    Cut *******s bent up ************t with dirty attitudes
    That's the way the world go round and round
    Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
    Peep the grimist
    We high profile locist
    Thugged out 41st side smokers
    Now who you know
    Get down like us
    Gats bust empty out rounds that gust
    Can't stand overpaid ass
    Fronting ass ************
    Kicking to my *******s like they don't want ************
    Dirting in the club
    While her man couple of a drinks
    All my *******s in the V.I.P. doing our thing
    [Chorus x1]
    [Noreaga]
    Yo money bust snaps for pocket
    And I don't dance
    I get head
    And I don't even iron my pants
    I got a dead steel
    Yall *******s ran with your legs still
    I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
    From New York but still I been hating the knicks
    And ******* jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
    My ******* Nas told me
    Take your hoe to the flicks
    And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the ************
    We from Queens
    The dro is like hard to get
    We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as ************t
    Yo its Melvin the african godfather
    So yo god bother
    You wanna taste the revolver
    I dead dun
    I shot toe then run
    Now stay mother****** give head to the gun
    Stay on son
    Itchy bon like number one
    It's the QB album that us bless this dun
    [Chorus x1]
    [Capone]
    I stand on the block
    Fully baked hand on my ******
    Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops
    I put work in
    I'm the street in the sickest version
    No crowd *******s collect my person to person
    I buck right if my left hurting
    I'm double jointed
    Ducking the cops they stay searching
    The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy
    Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me
    I pull up in the S50 plus five
    Let the thugs fly
    Now everybody tough guys
    Its murder in these blood eyes
    Like I ain't got ************t to live for
    ******* a thugs cry ******* shoot that's why god put em here for
    I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway
    Been in my shoes
    I'm thuggin rich make my own rules
    Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane
    I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name
    Capone *******
    [horus x1]
    [All]
    Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby
    Three bent *******s straight going crazy
    Hennessy is the drink that fades me
    Bang out to this ************t baby [x2]
    [All talking]
  • (feat. Iman Thug)
    [Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background]
    I want *******s to bang out to this ************t
    *******s drive drunk to this ************t
    Drive drunk to this [x14]
    Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]
    [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
    We doing this our way (yeah mother****** we doing it our way now)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    If you don't like it hit the highway
    (hit the highway ******* get the ******* up outta here)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    We doing this our way
    (yeah yeah we doing it our way like its ******g pose to be)
    I think its our way, I think its our way
    Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)
    [Iman Thug]
    Call me the black machine gun jack megern
    Touching my good making sure the bastards learn
    Smash the burn
    No time for fronting its nothing
    Gets yours while I get mine not nothing
    We flows with the ratical
    Tongue mathematical
    Cut *******s bent up ************t with dirty attitudes
    That's the way the world go round and round
    Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound
    Peep the grimist
    We high profile locist
    Thugged out 41st side smokers
    Now who you know
    Get down like us
    Gats bust empty out rounds that gust
    Can't stand overpaid ass
    Fronting ass ************
    Kicking to my *******s like they don't want ************
    Dirting in the club
    While her man couple of a drinks
    All my *******s in the V.I.P. doing our thing
    [Chorus x1]
    [Noreaga]
    Yo money bust snaps for pocket
    And I don't dance
    I get head
    And I don't even iron my pants
    I got a dead steel
    Yall *******s ran with your legs still
    I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill
    From New York but still I been hating the knicks
    And ******* jordan but still I be rocking his kicks
    My ******* Nas told me
    Take your hoe to the flicks
    And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the ************
    We from Queens
    The dro is like hard to get
    We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as ************t
    Yo its Melvin the african godfather
    So yo god bother
    You wanna taste the revolver
    I dead dun
    I shot toe then run
    Now stay mother****** give head to the gun
    Stay on son
    Itchy bon like number one
    It's the QB album that us bless this dun
    [Chorus x1]
    [Capone]
    I stand on the block
    Fully baked hand on my ******
    Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops
    I put work in
    I'm the street in the sickest version
    No crowd *******s collect my person to person
    I buck right if my left hurting
    I'm double jointed
    Ducking the cops they stay searching
    The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy
    Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me
    I pull up in the S50 plus five
    Let the thugs fly
    Now everybody tough guys
    Its murder in these blood eyes
    Like I ain't got ************t to live for
    ******* a thugs cry ******* shoot that's why god put em here for
    I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway
    Been in my shoes
    I'm thuggin rich make my own rules
    Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane
    I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name
    Capone *******
    [horus x1]
    [All]
    Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby
    Three bent *******s straight going crazy
    Hennessy is the drink that fades me
    Bang out to this ************t baby [x2]
    [All talking]