[Kid] Yeahhhhh!
 [Nas] Uhh  QB
 [Kid] All the people in the place!
 It's the one and only Kid Capri
 [Nas] Uhh  TM nigga
 [Kid] Along with my man Nas Escobar
 [Nas] Ill Will
 [Kid] We about to take this one all around the world
 So y'all feel this one  come on!

 Verse One: Nas

 My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party
 Pistol whippin your body lyrical oddessey
 Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me
 And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me
 Escobar, I toasted with Frank White, to this new era
 of gangster life, slangin words in the mic
 Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain
 You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight
 This game I'ma run til it's done, stack my funds
 Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month
 Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest
 Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest
 Everything else, left open, I'm smokin
 Next to your balls, police won't even question at all
 It's the Esc- to the -bar, connects in ?Piar?
 Overlord of rap, U.S. France to Ecuodar

 Chorus: Nas

 Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would
 shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
 Niggaz want the street you lookin for me
 You want the hot shit you must cop the Kid Capri
 Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your Jeep
 Esco' and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin Soundtrack
 to the Street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it
 Puffin L's poppin glocks to it

 Verse Two: Nas

 Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain
 The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough
 off of cocaine, Colombian neckties
 Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas
 Customized flow, words stitched into the seams
 Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship
 Far from Ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid
 Regardless of your bid or who you partners with
 Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz
 You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages
 You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the Bridge
 We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid
 I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get
 Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds
 Shots, echo the town, New York, home of
 the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Nas

 Uhh, what? Kid Capri
 Soundtrack to the Street a theme for every hood
 Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me
 Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours
 Respect money and power and them honies that swallow
 But what's becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
 Fuck you niggaz think I ride for?
 Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns
 the same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
 Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world
 Transportin keys that's inside of a door
 Openin spots from Little Rock to Baltimore
 Smoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri world tour

 Chorus

 [Kid Capri]
 Yeah
 Word up, come on
 We make it bump one time word up
 My man Nas make it bump one time come on
 Come on, we make it bump one time word up
 The Kid Capri make it bump one time come on

 Chorus

 [Kid Capri]
 And I say party people, it's the Kid Capri
 Nas Escobar, Soundtrack to the Streets
 Jumpin off, youknowhatI'msayin?
 You a part of history, stay tuned, uh