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Capone -n- Noreaga The Reunion Don't Know Nobody [noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, i'ma have to stand up Take game, i got grabbed up Asking me questions, interogating The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this I don't know shit, and hell no, i don't know 5 or 6 I'm confined to a small room I celly off to my beeper, thought i had to sues And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew To take impostas, impalas and black sues Big boys, and ll cues I'm thinking like deep cover I'm in too deep, like donny brasco Who could be the asshole I make sure the motherfucker don't last long Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggas be Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery And the decision be, spill coffee Who's on the beats i can't be locked up They had evidence, make the scenery all dense But it's ok my lawyer will approach the bench Chorus: I don't know nobody, and i ain't seen shit Thats the way it is, you try to lock me up Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz Cause i don't know nobody, and i ain't seen shit Thats the way it is, you try to lock me up Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz [capone] Pop, they caught me off guard I was stuck the beat shit fucked I went down to my knees And put out the trees I sat down on the benches He snuck his dog on my five senses All i could hear was a walky talky saying "i got em" I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read Murder suspect, 19, down in queens Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it Two asses from bail so they gave glances It's friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch First thing, monday morning, calling for street connects Man i forgot the machine they callin for Fuck a message all they need is it playin back I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat With bums niggas who sell crack Flippin off the the world Chorus [maze] It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily My dogs got me off feet face me slow down I'm like what the fuck the deal He's like the shut the fuck up We got evidence, we know the deal They got tape confessions of your man Whiping out your man Key witness to the stands I should have played yours The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar Same time jake taking me out Same line gonna try and fake me out Sitting in the van pointing face out Soon as i hit the plan, the course going close the plan Take em out, take em out, before the court day out I won't say, but by tomorrow, i'm out Nothing to say follow snitch Lay low, and hollow him out And pones is wilding too Niggas like maze got the same time as you [musaliny] Walking down a half dee, snatch me up Little g's no pad These niggas gonna cuff me up On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up Asking me about shit i knew, but won't tell Just you and baby d, ain't nobody depending on me Saying if i won't talk, i'll wait in the cell They got evidence to leave me in jail There's no time for this shit Just sign the statement If you snitching, you won't have to say shit Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me He try to pin me for murder And a string of robberies Plus you a ex-con send me to the book Cause press on Cash and bonds, they won't last very long I know they frontin, they got nothing on me I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something |
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