Capone-n-noreaga Phone Time Lyrics

Phone Time Lyrics

[Noreaga], {Capone}
Son, I`m zone, my gun is never on safety
I cop 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 yea, while I`m home you like livin the brod
I heard those crackas 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, bit*hes wanna givin me hed
{You`s a funny nigga, I just saw Kai in the yard
He said holla, when you getta chance, just grab the guard
Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown
I cop the four-fifth Odo, it`s pretty wit crome
{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, 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 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 tried ta get released
Around my born day, but a nigga keepin beef wit me}
f**k the police, cause all of dem niggas is fake
Don`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 tight
I keep your commisary phat, I`ma keep you right
{I got the chronic stashed in a coffee cup in the case
Good lookin for the bit*hes, butt-naked in a flick}
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, 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 bit*hes 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 when they see
I gotta C.O. thinkin that we gon f**k when I leave}
Yo nigga think about this money, f**k 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, 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}