Lyrics: CAPONE-N-NOREAGA "PHONETIME" (0/1)

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Phonetime

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Capone-N-Noreaga Lyrics
Phonetime

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Son, I zone, my gun is never on safety

[Noreaga], {Capone}

I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' skate key

Son I zone, my gun is never on safety

(Me, I'm just chillin' Pop, serving my time)

I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key

(Got my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin' a shine)

{Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time

And yeah, while I'm home you like livin' abroad

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)

{When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord

(Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored)

Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored}

Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread

Yea, it's nuthin' 'cuz I'm gettin' bread

Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head

(You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard)

{You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard

(He said holla, when you getta chance, scribe the God)

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)

{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)

A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks

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 the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

(My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings)

{My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings

(You know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit' in Queens)

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)

{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)

around my born day, but a nigga keep in beef wit da beast}

Fuck the police 'cuz all of dem niggas is fake

Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake

Don't lose your C.R., son, you'll get your open date

Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date

{Dun, I'ma see ya regardless,

(Dun, I'ma see ya regardless 'cuz I got two violent felony charges)

cause I got two violent felony charges}

And you know your appeal is progress

(You're my dog, dun)

{You're my dog, dun}

And we gon' keep this tight

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)

{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks

(Good lookin' for the bitches butt-naked and the flicks)

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 outside on the streets, just holdin it down

(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks

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 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 hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

{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)

{They won't believe to see me come home to a V

(Pigs pressin' me, want autographs for they seeds)

Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds

(I gotta C.O. thinkin' that we gon' fuck when I leave)

I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave}

Yo, nigga think about this money, fuck them hoes

Yo nigga think about this money, fuck 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?)

{Shit is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined?

(I gotta visit last week and saw Gremlin Divine)

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

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, there's only one minute left, son, I'm ghost)

Son there's only one minute left, son I'm ghost}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

(I'm in jail pumpin iron, son, and readin' books)

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks

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 the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin' it down

I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down

(I'm in jail pumpin' iron, son, and readin' books)

{I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books}

I'm in the studio, droppin' sixteen's wit' hooks

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 the yard in the cypha, just smokin my sticks}

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin' new kicks

I'm in Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks

(I hit the law library, hope to come home soon)

{I hit the law library, hope to come home soon}

I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

{Yeah, yeah, yeah}

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