Capone-N-Noreaga (CNN) - Phonetime lyrics

[Noreaga (Capone)] Son I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key (Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my time Got my greens on, these f*ggots 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 Heard you cop the silver GS, my n***a you scored) Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread Crack is dead, b**hes wanna give me head (You's a funny n***a, I just saw Kai in the yard 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 A few jump offs, some Dom's, some beer, and the crack) I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down (I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) 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 Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (My little dun gangstas, caught in blood beef with the Kings 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 around my born day, but a n***a keep in beef wit da beast) f** the police, cause all of dem n***as is fake Don't lose your C.R., son you'll get your open date (Dun, I'ma see ya regardless, cause I got two violent felony charges) And you know your appeal is progress (You're my dog, dun) 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 Good lookin for the b**hes bu*t-naked and the flicks) And you ain't gotta thank me, real n***as do real things I keep freak hoes, they really do ill things I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down (I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) 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 Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I used to be ugly, now these b**hes 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 Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon f** when I leave) Yo n***a think about this money, f** them hoes We gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the shows Spread it out, in the crowd, see them n***as get wild Capone home, n***as still diggin our style (sh** is foul, how these crackers tryin to keep me confined? 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 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 I'm ghost) I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down (I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) 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 Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm outside on the streets, just holdin it down (I'm in jail pumpin iron son, and readin books) 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 Queens Coliseum, just coppin new kicks (I hit the law library, hope to come home soon) I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June (Yeah, yeah, yeah)