Our Way - Capone -n- Noreaga-iman Lyrics

Our Way - Capone -n- Noreaga-iman

Capone-N-Noreaga Featuring Iman Thug---Our Way 

 

 [Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background] 

 I want niggas to bang out to this shit 

 Niggas drive drunk to this shit 

 Drive drunk to this (14x) 

 Drive drunk drive drunk (1x) 

 

 [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga] 

 We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doing it our way now) 

 I think its our way, I think its our way 

 If you don't like it hit the highway 

 (hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here) 

 I think its our way, I think its our way 

 We doing this our way 

 (yeah yeah we doing it our way like its fucking pose to be) 

 I think its our way, I think its our way 

 Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six) 

 

 [Iman Thug] 

 Call me the black machine gun jack megern 

 Touching my good making sure the bastards learn 

 Smash the burn 

 No time for fronting its nothing 

 Gets yours while I get mine not nothing 

 We flows with the ratical 

 Tongue mathematical 

 Cut niggas bent up shit with dirty attitudes 

 That's the way the world go round and round 

 Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound 

 Peep the grimist 

 We high profile locist 

 Thugged out 41st side smokers 

 Now who you know 

 Get down like us 

 Gats bust empty out rounds that gust 

 Can't stand overpaid ass 

 Fronting ass bitch 

 Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick 

 Dirting in the club 

 While her man couple of a drinks 

 All my niggas in the V.I.P. doing our thing 

 

 Chorus (1x) 

 

 [Noreaga] 

 Yo money bust snaps for pocket 

 And I don't dance 

 I get head 

 And I don't even iron my pants 

 I got a dead steel 

 Yall niggas ran with your legs still 

 I'll make you lose calories without the treadmill 

 From New York but still I been hating the knicks 

 And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks 

 My nigga Nas told me 

 Take your hoe to the flicks 

 And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch 

 We from Queens 

 The dro is like hard to get 

 We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit 

 Yo its Melvin the african godfather 

 So yo god bother 

 You wanna taste the revolver 

 I dead dun 

 I shot toe then run 

 Now stay motherfucker give head to the gun 

 Stay on son 

 Itchy bon like number one 

 It's the QB album that us bless this dun 

 

 Chorus (1x) 

 

 [Capone] 

 I stand on the block 

 Fully baked hand on my cock 

 Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops 

 I put work in 

 I'm the street in the sickest version 

 No crowd niggas collect my person to person 

 I buck right if my left hurting 

 I'm double jointed 

 Ducking the cops they stay searching 

 The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy 

 Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me 

 I pull up in the S50 plus five 

 Let the thugs fly 

 Now everybody tough guys 

 Its murder in these blood eyes 

 Like I ain't got shit to live for 

 Fuck a thugs cry nigga shoot that's why god put em here for 

 I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway 

 Been in my shoes 

 I'm thuggin rich make my own rules 

 Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane 

 I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name 

 Capone nigga 

 

 Chorus (1x) 

 

 [All] 

 Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby 

 Three bent niggas straight going crazy 

 Hennessy is the drink that fades me 

 Bang out to this shit baby (2x) 

 

 [All talking]