Cappadonna - Here 2 Day lyrics

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Cappadonna - Here 2 Day lyrics

[Cappadonna] These streets is flooded with crime and criminal minds n***as dump on ya'll, straight take ya shines Catch you coming out the crib, straight raid your spine Stab you on in side, straight take ya nine n***as'll k** muthaf**as for a bottle of wine So where you put the heat at, caught on the blind Here today n***as, better have a good time Gone tomorrow, that's how it is in the grind So beware of the dog, and the thieves at night n***as'll cut you up, if the trees ain't right All of the Gods building, the degrees is tight co*k back my headphones, then I squeeze them right Yo, n***as'll k** n***as for the cheese and ice And ya ribs start touching for the peas and rice All of my in-the-ghetto n***as want G's and bikes That's why I need my cake, and more Cash Rule like Land-O-Lake I ain't try'nna be the one, just linger a zoo I wanna be out in a cruise, living good as you Up in the Bronx, or whatever, just me and my crew And we lounging real hard, uptown's is new Got the jeans real baggy and the fitted is blue Traveling across the world, like alakazoo Alakazaam, ya muthaf**as know who I am Throw my darts like I told you I can Yeah baby, big Donna from the group is, Pillage for life Click, and I lounge where the stoupe is [Rush] Yeah, it's basic dog, we all in this game to ball I leave my mark in your hood, like I'm writing on walls Come ride my balls and tell yo, b**h to come here I'm hitting 'em where, from the rear, pulling they hair Layin' the pipe, my forty-five game is tight I'm like a weed plant, n***a, I stay in the light On dark grounds, gun percussion hang over tracks I lay low on street corners, while I'm handing out packs Counting the stacks, while the feds, counting the facts Your glitter attracts, like I ain't that, n***a get clapped Guess whose back, Ratchet, the rap specalist A profession is my conscience'll, leave you breathless I drop lessons with street knowledge, hold my ground solid Watch me own back, I'm big, black and brolic Hitting hood with the collard green, weed from the Phillipines Cutting competition off with the guillotine What, the cuts in my chain is unbreakable You're uncapable, I make 'em and take a fall I take 'em all, leave 'em laying naked soft Run up in the wedding halls, shoot the cake and all Make your call, it's all street justice, dog Even if the innocent, have to be involved We can take it from the streets, to where you lay in the mall I'm layin' the law, while your who*e playing the four Nine three eleven, selling those dimes for seven I don't, aim to please, I aim to squeeze And I'm aiming for the stars, co*k s**er, say cheese, chump

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