The Reunion

[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 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}

(nas talking)
I heard that nigga capone's home yo...word to motha..that nigga nore'
Doin' his mothafuckin' thing...thugged out
Entertainment...knowwhati'msayin'?, niggas still in the streets...ill
Will, braveheart nigga, there's a thin line between streets and
Business..so we gotta have balance and be easy...

Verse 1: (nas)
I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard
Put tecks to my heart, the death of escobar
Under your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies
Rich and i'm thuggin'
I can't trust nothin', this bitch that i'm fuckin'
This clip that i'm bustin' could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry
And broke noses b.
The voice from heaven
I'm god sent, of course a legend
This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand
Blunted eyes red
C-class, a hundred times five red
Cd's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous
Black goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is flawless
Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people
The sequel
Nas, cnn, nobody's equal.

Chorus
Yo, be easy
Keep the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink creezy
Be easy, but we still smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged eezy.

Verse 2: (capone)
Niggas picked me the boss
Ricky ross
Lex two-fifty horse power, click and devour the source
If it's flour then swallow your loss
I cock fours, kick in poppi's doors
All for the cash and the cause
Niggas break big fractions of laws
So what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin' my palm
It's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The don, a hundred follow me like farrakhan
Chasin' my henny, embrace benny's
It's quite frank, my niggas 'll kill, never waste a penny
Money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my necklace
When death is too close flip the next shit
Thug the game out
Bust biscuits, pull the range out
Public enemy, queensbridge where i hang out
Sweet scent of weed i wear like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind power type ancient.

Chorus

Verse 3: (noreaga)
I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500's, pull up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great god
Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in oz
An ill hook like roy jones, i'm a street corner bastard
And crush weed with the hashish
Bandana head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps
I'm on point like al sharpton, come peep the m.u. marksman
The s-class is shittin' on your weak datsun
Graffiti written on the bible, my life is wicked
I see dead corpses, and rolls royces
Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, willy what in front of your slut
Money bustin out my pocket, your bank is stopped

Chorus

(primo mixing - noreaga talking)
(cnn, cnn, capone and noreaga, you know what i'm sayin)
(the invincible, untouchable, cnn)
For all the niggas who keep askin, when cnn gonna do a joint with premier
Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin
Go cop the fuckin album, the reunion
(the invincible, untouchable, cnn)
(the invincible, untouchable, cnn)
But right now, cnn and premier nigga, do it like this nigga

(noreaga)
Yo, yo melvin flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe i fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died, and i ain't wanna make music
My pops just died
My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin head and i roam
Cnn, we like the grand royal, i write rhymes with the coke oil
Yo, apollo heat
See me, sell ??? right with ??? creep
Got out the club, seen the police, ??? deep
I'm like frank mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow i know
Oh no, we had to go see premo
Taped it up, the reunion, a brand new cut
Up in d&d, stayin with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut

(chorus - primo mixing cnn)
Cnn, network channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
Cnn, network channel 10
Yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

(capone)
Premo, what up man
Yo, i'm not rowdy but i bang niggas and i pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rotweilers
Put my hand on the bible, tell it to the judge
I'm a lie for my dunn, take it in blood
I'm dot com, i drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like i'm still in the yard 'til i pop ya god
For my niggas in the bridge, with the 50 dollar panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight, we movin at a fast rate
My last case i got bail
My first one, man did indicted, how i write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me
Staggerin, bang like the wild aficans
Spit gutter on a premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he

(chorus)

(noreaga)
Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast i got them things
Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque, another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where i lace you at
I put all type a wholes in ya face black

(capone)
Yo, yo, who think i don't got it?
I'm like workin with a bird, i got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New york niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'
Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to "x", oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, i send shots where the cops is, nigga

(chorus)

The invincible, untouchable, cnn
The invincible, untouchable, cnn

[noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

And throw your sets up nigga
Gang bang, bang bang
We keep long gats and big chains
I don't like havin sex, i like brains
And smoke some spliff, fans wit five in the range
And it's, nuthin for me, and shit on your three
I'm from iraq, twenty minutes from q.b.
I aim you, so you should just let us be
Or find yourself shot up, in the hospati
You be leakin, and dole in ya face, some hot teeth
Yo it's nore, but you can call me p.o.p.
And getta dose of the dope, but dope is so deep
Only white girl i'll fuck, is pamela lee
And i'm gangsta, so some niggas call me g
Melvin flynt, hustlin was born in me
So yo bitch, come and do a poor(?) wit me
Or come to north carolina and perform wit me

We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[capone]
Yo, yo, yo
I'ma take it back to when i used to pop pistals
Sling crystal, gamble on the block with pits out
Kept my work in bitch house, right in the closet
I won't front i'll bring the drama nigga, right to the projects
When it's cold, i remain the hottest
I bring the thug niggas, is you booshi?
I leave blood, all in your protis
Niggas life styles deserve oscars, you so funny
Claim you kingpin - and ain't even fuckin wit hoe money
I'm gangsta, been in jail once, check my records
I keep the stash grip wit arma, before i select my weapons
This young mind state, crime infested, i'ma get straight to the message
I spit records, and rep my necklace
Do the dog want beef? right where the steps is
I walk the hood, niggas pay homage cause of my essence
It ain't nuthin, i catch any charge, get out on bail
Fuck record, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel

[noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[foxy brown]
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Pop shit like a cock, +lyte+ weight as your +rocks+, bitch
You talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?
You and diddy y'all kill me with that subliminal shit, bitch
Why is you frontin and kickin that street shit?
Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit
While your broke-ass was guzzlin nuts and shit
I was choppin the weights, linc and oldz's and shit
A decoy bitch, like the feds lyin
Is you supposed to have a little bitta bed-stuy in ya?
Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip, and greys hoes
What bitch? you're soft and your pussy name hoes
So fuck ya niggas too, them niggas can get it too
Them faggots act more bitch then you
Let the nigga rest in peace, and hop off his dick, bitch do you
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck fox," well screw ya'll too
Let's be truthful, give a fuck if your album push back
Or when it hit the streets, bitch, it's still weak
It still sound lame, my name still reign
I still pop them thing things, and bang bang, bitch, rep for ya hood

[noreaga]
We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

We gon thug this shit out
We gon thug this shit out
And say bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang

[noreaga talking]
Elpee...
Ya hot with this one dog!
Show these niggas what i'm like
Show these niggas i don't like
Show these niggas what i'm like
Show these niggas i don't like
Show these niggas what i'm like
Show these niggas i don't like
Show these niggas what i'm like
Show these niggas i don't like
Show these niggas what i'm like
Show these niggas i don't like

[noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm like rich porter, the epitome of alpo(?)
Az and nicky barnes, i rock (?) charms
I chopped it, and i cooked till my hands got numb
Shotguns malt-liquor and ones
I used to pay homage and wanted to play to be a fat cat
Someone like castro, mad cash flow
Me and 'pone like the best in the business
Niggas show love, hoes show interest
My gun game - got my pops to blame
I used to hop over fences and buck in the rain
And i'm not that nigga that'll fuck ya dame
I'm true to my niggas, hop out the car
Hand on my mac, cock back, ready to clap
Up in iraq, see my niggas hustlin' crack
The same scheme from queens when you livin' your dreams
You gotta sell things if you're looking for fiends

[chorus]
(noreaga)
I got love for niggas
(capone)
Niggas always snaky
(noreaga)
I got love for hoes
(capone)
Hoes always snaky
(noreaga)
I got love for cliqua
(capone)
Clique alwas snaky
(both)
All we got is us
All we got is us

[noreaga]
I know crips, yo crips even be in iraq
I know young bloods and niggas like o.g. mack
I dropped out in seventh grade and i knew i'd be straight
I went o.t. and then i copped bricks for eight
I cut black bitches off for at least three weeks
I had spanish hoes spittin nuts on the seats
I see jesus in my kids but it's silly to me
How i see him in them, don't see him in me

[capone]
I blanks out, my nigga knight just hit the bricks
I'm not a rapper, i sell alot of crack but spit
Niggas that i'm cool with, i only keep a nigga hot
Say i'm on some new shit, then i cock the pop
The other side of the game, doin' fifty y'all
I survived behind the wall and the feds for y'all
Similar to "hurricane," harassed half my life
I got a right to flash my ice, crash the vipe

[chorus]

[capone]
When everything goes sour, i got my dog
I squeezed off went through the pound and locked my doors
I'm not scared of your guns, i got shot before
Niggas' jewels got little rocks like arkansas
I'ma, (?) for the bid, but never the next
I'm the first in every verse spit shit get worse
You can hate me, or wish i'd lie in a hearse
Respect my game, who the best? select my name
I salute niggas in jail, i'm big as latrell
On the street, you need heat? ask dominican will
My cliqua's off the meter, we come gunnin' bullets
Whistle past your ear, like police in london
We the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it
Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on a visit
I'm y2k in a flesh, the future at it's best
Nevertheless i pop metal to death

[chorus]

[noreaga giving shout outs]
Yeah! dedicated to rich porter little brother,
Who died in the struggle and never got recognized for it!
Dedicated to niggas like phat cap and perry mason!
You know....
You know how them niggas do! tash and corn bread supreme!
You know, e money-bags, cameron y.!
Niggas that were gettin' money! that i was growin' up
Tryin' to be like!
Ya smell me? word up to all them gangster niggas!
All them gangster niggas, man!
All them gang bangin' niggas in l.a!
All them niggas in little rock, arkansas!
Bang bang, nigga! it's nothin'!
I see y'all niggas, i feel your struggle!
I went through it the same way!
I'm still goin' through it the same way!
I'm just a rapper now!
People think i'm legit! but i do my shit!
I still gotta hustle, i still gotta have bricks!
But you know...
Let's feed the kids, man! yeah, let's feed the kids, man!
Let's do this shit for the kids, man!
I got a call right now (cell phone rings)!
I'm a answer my call! but i'm a just say it like this:
I do this for the gangstas, man! for the gangstas, man!

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out
Niggaz know, niggaz know where we comin from
And it's gon' go down like this..

[capone]
Yo, i gots no name, i cause pain, people'll cry
My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me
Try to trace me back to my leader
I put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs
Niggaz use red dots, make me follow they path
I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash
I'm metamorphic, i'm forced to switch
Dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate, you can buy me legit
I get heated when i seperate my shell
With the pin in my back, i bang like (?) i got some nerve
They jam right? but i still get respect and heard
I hit niggaz legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game
I leave a red stain whenever i'm sprayin
I'm known as the b-u-double-l-e-t, and s-l-u-g
Enough'll make you d-i-e, queens finest (yeah yeah)

[chorus: algado & shoballotti]
Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route
Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out
Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask -- no face
Cash flow -- no sweat, jakes come -- no trace

[prodigy]
Aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz
It's so simple dunn i'm down and don't fuck around
Comb the hood, in two black excursions
Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him
Parked in front of his building for like two hours
Been around the corner for a few hours
Came back, there he go, let's go, that nigga ours
Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward
The gun showers, rain on these niggaz they frontin
He didn't even saw it comin..
Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up
I need that dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggaz
And fake bitches, give me that dutch, it's never enough
Niggaz o.d. off of us (queens finest)
It's never enough, bitches o.d. off of us (yeah yeah)

[chorus]

[noreaga]
Whaaaat? can i rap, can i rap?
We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder
Mad traffic, and i still buddy whack it
Put your name on the affadavit
Just to save it, the project ghetto favorite
Laundry mat trap, the yacub and the rat
Bill clinton of the ghetto, respect my name
Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane
Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes
Non-religious, christians won't pay visits
Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk
Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump
Kick rhymes like priests, i'm a golden boy
I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy
Fiends love me, they see i'm still holdin void
(queens finest, yeah yeah, queens finest, yeah yeah)

[havoc]
Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough
Bonin your hoe, and have her hard to find like 'dro
You know we range rov', come through, tinted lay low
But most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow
Don't, wanna come through queens, if shorty act stank
Be like, "mami won't you meet me halfway?"
Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip
Niggaz on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with
Niggaz that heartless, picture me, you carcas
Cnn mobb shit, don't let us start to plot shit
Chill dunn i got this, better learn from what i spit
Hail what the god kick, bow to what this nigga live
Bunch of dead niggaz get hit when they reneg'
Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib
I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up
Last from where you took it, you hit? now i'm good kid

[chorus]

[algado & shoballotti]
Queens finest.. and got the whole click behind us..
Yeah yeah.. queens finest.. and got the whole click behind us..
Yeah yeah.. queens finest.. lefrak.. queens finest.. and q.b.
Queens finest.. jamaica.. queens finest.. and all over..

[chorus: capone *singing*]
Girl, you are so sweet (so sweet)
Say that is what you are (what you are ma)
See me i'm from q.b. (q.b.)
And you can be my star (be my star)
So come sail away with me (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's cruise into my thug world (let's go)
And we'll get high with each other
(hear ma, hear ma) uh-huh, do your thing ma

[capone]
You say you lookin for a lover boo, someone you can talk to
I walk these streets, tryin hard not to hawk you
Laugh when they stalk you, playin my cards
Weighin the odds, i see your face like a mirage
Your hair tied in a bun, with a chopstick through it
Your frames make you look erotic, exotic twist
Don't know i'm a thug, but i'm sentimental
Cried when cochese died; a villain need a girlfriend too
Love it when they play shy - and if i ever fall in love
See this babyface? swear i never tell a lie
Gossip got you hatin me so much right now
Like kelis, ready to call police, give 'em all the heat
You know i'm on parole, so you chose not to beep for a week
Couldn't see your man goin up creek
Fuck the b.i.'s, the letters, and the short-eye pictures
I'ma ride for my bitches, if they ride for my niggaz

[chorus]

[capone]
I see you workin hard, the wrong man got you cursin god
Earth in the physical flesh, a certified star
You make your own, i know you tired of spendin days alone
All cried out, i'm wonderin if i can take you home
We can lay up, breakfast when you wake up
A covergirl, lovin your world, fly no make-up
Ain't nuttin change, i stay sunk in the range
I get brain, switch lanes when i'm pluckin a dame
Hit your job on your lunch break, the spots they can take
Make a date later this week, so we can celebrate
Knew my hustle, you never did try to knock it
The first true thug in your life, i got you in the pocket
Wasn't with the sneakin thing, the hill showed your appeal
You keep it real with the feminine feel
I still love the stretch socks and your reeboks
I love my mami's, konichi-wa, and your nani-nani

[chorus]

[capone]
How does it feel for you to be in my world
Even my girl shoppin sprees monopoly cheese, coppin you pearls
Sautee or foreplay, all day
From the bedroom, to the hallway, i'm all in her toes
Open my nose, love it when you go downtown
Hold a freak too, i'd love to see you, in somethin see-through
Beep daddy, i come and eat you
Speedin in a caddy buck on the (?), room three-two
The spot next to (?) low, nobody gotta know
I left the studio ma, yeah, we gotta cop and go
But don't sweat it though, i got us round trip to mexico
Chanel thong to go along with your x and o

[chorus]