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Capone-N-Noreaga

Closer (Sam Sneed Version)

 

Closer (Sam Sneed Version)


[Noreaga]
Word up dun
Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm saying
No executes... no executes

Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More bitches to doubt more money to count
Yo my Swiss account, with more cheese amount
Keep piling and still getting calls from the island
Still do the things I do when I was wilding
Trying to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas
Spend a week with dime bitches as freaks
Body so banging I call they're tits Sants
Ask chicks scream loud like Sam Bates
I wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If I would of got locked
Yo I wouldn't even get it but now I got this rap thing
No more hustling at age ten my team played to win
Reach under the car seat nobody understanding
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Trying to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
These lasts days coming up
Yo these little niggas coming up
Hear the gun talk ready to buck
Not thinking
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinking
Pretty Ake Emore to Mobb D yo it's poppie, offically
Arab natzi 2-5-2 we regluate this tune

[Smoke]
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
But you wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boy

[Noreaga]
Yo I still remember when we first did it
Nobody with it
Label said 2-5 is to thugged out
So although we had to but God wasn't glad to
Wait our turn to boiler now we burn
On the daily done fucked in every telly
We can fly just like R. Kelly
Them only secondary to the sun
I think I gotta son but I ain't sure
What's in store God there's more
Shortie says she came by knocking at my door
Could it be trying to be what I can be
Islam me 2-5 my army
Said she about to have my seed
Soon to be, it shocked me
Thinking bout a little me
Eternally I bleed thinking of seed yo at high speed
I multiply with weed
Now I slow my life down I got time to breath

[Smoke]
You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely

You say you never leave the thugs alone,
You wanna be wit Nore or Capone
You say you like the way he holds his crone,
But you wouldn't leave him lonely

You say you like the waited 2-5 side,
You wanna be his wife and push his ride
Stand by his side and feed his time,
But shorty you should hold him closely boooooooooy

[Noreaga]
Hold us closely... hold us closely
Word up... yo... yo
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry just great
A little bit of thugs is all it takes,
To make this industry great
Black shine... black shing

done

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