(feat. Iman Thug)



[Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background]

I want niggas to bang out to this shit

Niggas drive drunk to this shit

Drive drunk to this [x14] 

Drive drunk drive drunk [x1]



[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]

We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker 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 nigga get the fuck 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 fucking 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 niggas bent up shit 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 bitch

Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick

Dirting in the club

While her man couple of a drinks

All my niggas 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 niggas 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 fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks

My nigga Nas told me

Take your hoe to the flicks

And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch

We from Queens

The dro is like hard to get 

We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit

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 motherfucker 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 cock

Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops

I put work in

I'm the street in the sickest version

No crowd niggas 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 shit to live for

Fuck a thugs cry nigga 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 nigga 



[horus x1]



[All]

Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby

Three bent niggas straight going crazy

Hennessy is the drink that fades me

Bang out to this shit baby [x2]



[All talking]