Capone -N- Noreaga - Phonetime Lyrics
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 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
?Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored}
Yea, it''s nuthin, cause I''m gettin bread
Crack is dead, bitches wanna give me head
?{You''s a funny nigga, 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 nigga keep in beef wit da beast}
Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas 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 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 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 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
? Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
? I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave}
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?
?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}