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feat. Hue Hefna, Lahluga [Intro: Cappadonna] Yeah, yeah, summertime, New York City, stand up Staten Island, stand up, whoo, yeah, it's a beautiful thing Gotta bring the colors out now, I got the Nikes The new things, two bangers, shit is banging song Ah, yo, yo, yo [Cappadonna] I'm in the hood once again, and I'm loving the vibe All my veteran muthafuckas, we be keeping it live Even down on G-Street, we be sick with the highs You niggas is growing up now, they slick with the five This kid got shot yesterday, Tamik died Yo, my projects is warm, but it's cold on the outside I'm still in the building, I live like I'm homeless Though I love my children, so we reunite once again I'm a lifeless feeling, yo, love for my fans, bring spiritual healing With the wisdom, to manifest the best, I feel blessed Living in the place where I call my rest Piss in the elevator, shit on the steps, help you appreciate your last breath What's up next? Call me collect Yo, Staten Island, Wu-Tang Forever and we paid our debt [Chorus: Cappadonna] As the night shine, and the people slept I came back in the game, I paid my respect Growth and development, bought me a check, yo, my mind is set As I sat by the window, and I find my texts Yo, my cab popped off, I got more assets And I love my seeds more than I cash my checks God save me... whoo... hook up with Don' [Hue Hefna] Dog, I'm from the same damn place where the Wu was built Where 2 Cent, Rakio and Boo Boo was killed Same hood where them crooked ass cops killed Kase And the judge don't do shit but smile in your face For the world, why should I, the only way I'mma get drafted Is by them baskets, playing ball til I die Temperature's, I rapped though, never had a jumpshot Fourteen years old, pro basing for one glock Focus on the fortune and the fame, the glamour and the glitter Here now, I ain't joking with you lames The money was the first love in my life Fell in love with law, but look at Todd G like my wife Been a long time, I'm getting it right In a better position, an opportunity to better my life Freestyle, better off when I write I'm a lyricist, you one hitter quitter Like Whitney and Mike, the rebirth, now we getting it right Hue Hefna, Cappadonna, Q-Dini flow Spitting it right, yeah [Chorus] [Lahluga] Why them blind eyes think they can see, what's really happening? Build with the O.G.'s, Dini, Donna captain Y.G., Louie the God, swift and changable Dance with the wolves, but yet, we still remainable I rep peace, don't eat red meat, like beast When the beef's all over, still the truth be speak Put away the heat, teach on peace, move by feet Walk across the hot desert, your style is weak Number 7, old two step, that's what it do It's the hood classic, like a barbeque Misunderstood too, like the God son do Saying whose who, stay focused, but do you Even though I move different, I respect the Wu [Chorus]feat. Born Divine, MPM [Intro: Born Divine (Cappadonna)] Yeah, for my peoples in the struggle (what it do, yeah) East to west, worldwide (come on, Fat Albert, the slick hat) Yeah, we love it (hold on to my bracelet) [Born Divine] I gotta find a way like grandpops with six kids Through the jungle, like them old heads, doing life bids Cuz life is, both destiny and karma [Cappadonna] I keep beefing with my baby momma And foul jakes to, giving me drama All my life, yo, it's nothing but problems [Born Divine] So I gotta find a way to solve 'em Remove the stress from my brain Cuz there's gotta be a better way To maintain the hit on the block, pushing cocaine [Cappadonna] Cracks and all that, I gotta find a way to fall back My ribs is touching til my record label call back [Born Divine] So I work and focus hard and try to stay on track With a bullshit security job and CDs in my backpack [Cappadonna] Bags of dope up in my ass crack, earth is in the backroom Broke vacuum, I smoke my moon It's the Better Life Movement, coming soon, uh Return of the Pillage [Chorus: MPM] I love my babies, I love my ladies What love is this, for money Streets shot, police on blocks Keep hot, I love money [Cappadonna] Shit on my new kicks, dirt on my Yankee fitted We in the cock pitted, it's broke windows, on the whip, man, the cops did it Gotta find a way or else the block's gon' get it [Born Divine] The weapons on my coat smelling like weed smoke Sippin' like Bacardi Gold like the fork in the road Noodles in the pot on the stove, been walking these feet With years, look at my wounds In the gutter, still paying my dues [Cappadonna] Return of the Pillage Garbage cans, squeezing the box Raccoons be at the door, they live with a fox Incense be burning hard, for the smell of the socks We on the rooftops, looking for cops Half a gallon of milk and a box of Pops What up, ock? [Hook: MPM] Ya'll don't see what I see Sometimes you misunderstood me The dramatic cross street blues Let a lot, see my dues [Outro: Cappadonna] Ain't no characteristics in this shit (baseball hat, baseball hat) Straight bongo, my doola, it's the foundation |
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