Capone - Streets Favorite Текст песни (слова)


Whatever happened to
The boy that I once knew?
The boy who said he’d be true
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, no, no, no, no
It’s your boy Capone
You know I’m sent to kill the beat
Let’s go,
Shoot me, kill me, have me locked
Threaten me, disrespect me,
Yeah, check it,

I told the judge I ain’t comin’ back
Catch me if ya cops could
I got a chopper sittin’ under my driver’s foot
You never catch me slippin’
I ain’t came to rap by cheatin’
I know you blame niggas for my position
I came from the same ghetto you livin’
Where noone dropped the pistol
So believe me, I’m no damn different
Gonna stand and I’m a man with a vision
You can kill me and bury me when I’m done spittin’
Noone can do it like I do it
Rappin’ like I’m rappin’
Keep yo army here,
I’m reachin’ right under my army jacket
How dare you to test me
How dare you to threaten me
I’m the street in the purest form
Niggas, respect me
It’s bravery, I’ve come back twice
I made nice rap, life is full of takin’
I’m shakin’ this shit down
‘Fore first who could move
You’re takin’ a break now
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now who could move like I move
Who could go where I go
Who could take one of turns at the four-four
For really, yo, I put blood, sweat and tears
For this past seven years, it was pain
Now I’m tryna see glory in the game
Picture ‘Pone gettin’ caught in the middle of crossfire
With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross forward
They say I’m too devil for I can’t be shot
I got gun power, it ain’t fadin’ niggas with a flower
Devour every nigga and their power
Hail of a lead showers
Homie, you can’t be me, can’t see me, can’t touch me
No talk, increasin’ yo walk
You’re damn lucky ain’t gettin’ shot
We gonna dance and then gonna skyrocket!
Who shoot it like I shoot it
Cuz this is the way I shocks
Take a neighborhood to war with a foe and they duck
I’m mack with the Wessons
I’m hot with the Smith and,
Listen, you play with death
When you’re headin’ in my direction
Question: how could you not love me?
How could you not trust me?
Nigga’s playin’ faithful
Pussy, push me yo shit’s disgustin’
To kick me off the game
You cowards got to pop me.
Now who could move like I move
Who could go where I go
Who could take one of turns at the four-four
For really, yo, I put blood, sweat and tears
For this past seven years, it was pain
Now I’m tryna see glory in the game

Five years, man
New York City,
3 in the penitentiary
And never stop
And I can’t be stopped, nigga!
Noone can do it like I do it
Rappin’ like I’m rappin’
Keep yo army here,
I’m reachin’ right under my army jacket
How dare you to test me
How dare you to threaten me
I’m the street in the purest form
Niggas, respect me!


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