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letra de streets favorite - capone

[intro]
whatever happened to (yeah)
the boy that i once knew? (it’s ya boy capone)
the boy who said he’d be true (young slime from qb, let’s go)
oh no, oh no (shoot me, k!ll me)
oh no, no, no, no, no (have me locked, uh)
oh no, oh no (wet me, disrespect me)
oh no, no, no, no, no (uh, yeah, check it, yeah)

[verse 1]
i told the judge, “i ain’t comin’ back
catch me if the cops could”
i got a chopper sittin’ under my drop hood
you never catch me slippin’
i’ll never get rocked by a chicken
i know you lame n-ggas know my position
i came from the same ghetto you live in
with no pot to p-ss in
so believe me, i’m no d-mn different
listen, understand i’m a man with a vision (i got a vision, baby!)
you could k!ll me and bury me after i’m done spittin’
now, who could do it like i do it?
rap it just like i rap it?
keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket
i dare you to test me, how dare you neglect me?
i’m the streets in its purest form, n-ggas respect me
wet me, i’m coming back twice… i’m that nice
[?] taking ’em, shakin’ this sh-t down
for a verse with capone, you takin’ a brick now
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[hook]
now, who can move like i move?
who could go where i go?
who could take one and turn it to four?
really though
i put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
now i’m tryna see glory in the game

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m gon’ get caught in the middle of the crossfire
with no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire
they say i’m too thorough for my d-mn self, wet ’em, gun power (too thorough, baby, crazy)
i hate fake n-ggas with flour
devour every n-gga with power, headed with lead showers
homie, you can’t be me, can’t see me, can’t touch me
talk greasy, but walk geezy, you d-mn lucky
it gets ugly, [?]
now, who can shoot it like i shoot it, persistent with headshots?
take a neighborhood [?] with a red dot
i’m not with the [?], i’m hot with the sniffin’
listen, you playin’ with death? [?] my direction
question: how could you not love me?
how could you not trust me?
you just plant faith in p-ssies, push me, this sh-t disgusting
to get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[hook]
now, who can move like i move?
who could go where i go?
who could take one and turn it to four?
really though
i put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
now i’m tryna see glory in the game

[interlude]
oh no, oh no
oh no, no, no, no, no (this my year, baby)
oh no, oh no (new york city, the rebels)
oh no, no, no, no, no (america, spent five years, man)
oh no, oh no (three in the penitentary)
oh no, no, no, no, no (never stop, i can’t stop, n-gga)

[outro]
now, who could do it like i do it?
rap it just like i rap it?
keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket
i dare you to test me, how dare you neglect me?
i’m the streets in the purest form, n-ggas respect me

- capone

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