Phone Time Paroles

[Noreaga], {Capone}Son, I'm zone, my gun is never on safetyI cop the new Jordan's, the white ones wit skate key{Me, I'm just chillin Pop, serving my timeGot my greens on, these faggots ain't deservin a shine}And yea, while I'm home you like livin the brodI heard those crackas dissed you, smack you at the board{When twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and LordHeard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored}Yea, it's nuthin, cause I'm gettin breadCrack is dead, bitches wanna givin me hed{You's a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yardHe said holla, when you getta chance, just grab the guardTell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grownI cop the four-fifth Odo, it's pretty wit crome{The day I come home, I need a mink and a brand new MacA 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, colissuem just coppin you hits{I'm in the law library, hope to come home soon}I just finished up the album, feelin droppin June{Yeah, yeah, yeah}{Me little young Gains is caught in blood beef wit the KingsYou know Jarome brotha, my dun I used to creep wit in Queens}And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out nowAnd have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl{On the other side of things, I'm tried ta get releasedAround my born day, but a nigga keepin beef wit me}Fuck the police, cause all of dem niggas is fakeDon't let em y'all, son you'll get your open date{Dun, I'm here 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 tightI keep your commisary phat, I'ma keep you right{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee cup in the caseGood lookin for the bitches, butt-naked in a flick}And you ain't gotta thank me, real niggas do real thingsI keep freak hoes, they really do ill thingsI'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, colissuem just coppin you hits{I'm in the law library, hope to come home soon}I just finished up the album, feelin droppin June{Yeah, yeah, yeah}I used to be ugly, now these bitches is MedusaAnd guess what? I made you executive producerSome extra G's, so when you come home you breathe{They won't believe to see me come home to a VPigs pressin me, want autographs when they seeI gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon fuck when I leave}Yo nigga think about this money, fuck them hoesWe gonna throw a pounda weed out, at one the showsSpread it out, in the crowd, see them niggas get wildCapone 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 diceScooped, ridin loose, then we headed to PostAnd got some hydro-weed and we had our toast{Son there's only one minute leftSon 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, colissuem just coppin you hits{I'm in the law library, hope toc ome home soon}I just finished up the album, feelin droppin June{Yeah, yeah, yeah}Yo, 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, colissuem just coppin you hits{I'm in the law library, hope to come home soon}I just finished up the album, feelin droppin June{Yeah, yeah, yeah}