Capone-n-Noreaga Reunion Lyrics

[Noreaga]
{*howling*} CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My n____z get locked up, and when they come home
it's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore'
And all of my n____z buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Puff more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
gotta, listen to this before they p___ in they beds
My mission instead, leave these n____z missin and dead
and leave em dumped in a river, b___naked and red
N.O., erase n____z no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to move nothin, I s___ it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

Chorus: CNN (repeat 2X)

Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
The real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?

[Nore] Peace God
[Cap] Whattup n____?
[Nore] I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
[Cap] Stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes
[Nore] Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
[Cap] My n____z On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out
[Nore] Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the c__e
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
[Cap] I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a n____ high, hear the thugs cry
[Nore] And me, I'm Thugged Out, I just sleep on the floor
with the rats and the roaches, keepin it raw
[Cap] My heat is the fourth, while y'all n____z lean on the law
[Nore] Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
[Cap] I watch for the cops, still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real

Chorus

[Capone]
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the West
and are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Unassissted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
and would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases

Chorus 2X

[Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade]