Capone-N-Noreaga

Capone-N-Noreaga - Closer lyrics

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Word up word up always look in the yo. (Yeah I always did that too
 yo). And
 ask why. Why it gotta be like this? Kila Bee rest in peace yo (Killa
 Bee
 rest in peace) Word up (word up) ? Prayers ain't never end (prayer's
 ain't
 never end)
 "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"  Puff Daddy 'Makin' Moves With
 Puff'
 Noreaga:
 Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
 More chickens to doubt more money to count
 Yo my Swiss account with more cheese amount
 It's still piling and still gettin' calls from the island
 Still do the things I do when I was wildin'
 Tryin' to go from penny loafers to mink sofas
 Spend a week with dime chickens asfreaks
 Body so bangin' I call they tits Santy
 Singing:
 If you don't know (if you don't know)
 Knowlegde is what makes thugs grow
 Just stay on point cause you reep what you sew
 Noreaga:
 Ask chicks scream loud like car beats
 I wanna be under the seats in our streets
 Last year around the time this year
 If I would of got locked
 YoI wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing (what)
 No more hustlin' at age ten my team played to win
 Reach under the car seat nobody understandin'
 Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
 And once you get muscle nobody trust you
 Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
 These lasts days comin' up
 Yo these little niggas comin' up
 Hear they're gun talk ready to buck
 Not thinkin'
 Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
 Pretty Ake yo Stan to Marley yo it's poppie offically
 Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this what
 Hook:
 Said I wanna be closer to this paper (get close)
 Ooooh get closer to these ends
 "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"
 Closer to this paper get closer to this paper (hella dope baby)
 Get closer to these ends
 "Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe"
 Noreaga:
 Yo I remember when we first did it
 Nobody with it
 Label said 2-5 is to thugged out (to thugged out)
 So although we had to but God wasn't glad to
 Wait our turn to boiler now we burn
 On the daily done fuckin' in every telly
 We can Fly just like R.Kelly
 Them only secondary to the sun
 I think I gotta son but I ain't sure
 What's in store God there's more
 Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door
 Could it be tryin' to be what I can be
 Islam me 2-5 my army
 Said she about to have my seed
 Soon to be it shocked me
 Thinkin' bout a little me
 Eternally I bleed thinkin' of seed yo at high speed
 I multiply with weed
 Now I slow my life down I got time to breath
 What
 Hook
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Author: Bernard Jackson, David Townsend, Victor Santiago (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Penalty Recordings

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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