[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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] you scored
Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin bread
Crack is dead, [bad word] wanna give me head
{You's a funny [bad word]  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 [bad word] home, I need a mink and a brand new Mac
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] keep in beef wit da beast [bad word] 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 [bad word] phat, I'ma keep you right
{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee carton and kicks
Good lookin for the [bad word] 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 [bad word] home soon
I just finished up the album, fin' ta drop in June
{Yeah, yeah, yeah

I used to be ugly, now these [bad word] is Medusa
And guess what? I made you executive producer
Some extra G's, so when [bad word] home you breathe
{They won't believe to see [bad word] home to a V
Pigs pressin me, want autographs for they seeds
I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon [bad word] when I leave
Yo [bad word] think about this money, [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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