Artist: Capone-N-Noreaga f/ Cormega, Lake Album: The 41st Side compilation Song: We Gon' Buck Typed by: Sensaye@webtv.net Verse 1: (Noreaga) I blow shots at these faggots, these niggas is herbs my vertical switch, converted with nerve catch my anywhere, gun down, hand on my dick these hoes love me, these niggas just salute the God I boosted cars, now I just cop and spend loot at bars I got little paper, these cats still hatin' but now I send shots racin', shots like Gary Payton I'm Jose, I'm half God and half Satan I fuck with Lake, dump bodies in the lake ain't no tellin' what othet measurements we take I brought my niggas out the hood yo, not just me and now Maze live in Jers' and Mussolini and I'm a nigga that flip shit and just hawk spit these niggas had beef but now they wanna squash it I'm a thug and hustler, not a pimp or a mack it's N.O.R.E., you know, the Limp Bizkit of rap. Chorus (Noreaga) Yo Lake, what the fuck man? cock the calicko, make these niggas duck man they outta luck man and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man (repeat) Verse 2: (Lake) It's like the game is over, soldiers don't listen bitches ain't loyal and generals is snitchin' my breed is becoming extinct, we all dyin' layin' in the mattress or on the run hidin' livest niggas is comin' home gettin' jobs it hurts my heart to see a real niggas starve carved a niggas face so bad in a rumble they had me in the bing in the fall wearin' a muzzle bubble for my niggas in prison wearin' mittens when you get the privelege of freedom start livin' I spit it with integrity, still keep it thorough'n move heroin every town and borough I'm in a candy store with Christian Diore on Iceburg Valore with suede beiges on I morn on the born of my dog thats in the essence express and live on, I incorporate the jail letters my life is epic, accept it, I'm what you wanna be before I let 'em cuff me white sheets 'll cover me why? 'cause I'm a serious nigga with a serious mind so if I get locked up I'll be serious time. Chorus Hey yo 'pone, what the fuck man grab the Calicko, make these niggas duck man they outta luck man and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man (repeat) Verse 3: (Capone) Peep the gangsta physiche, slim, fire with a fetish move with a deathwish, bullets turn brolic niggas anorexic life's hectic, push weight and records still spazzin', take your necklace, I stay connected spit any niggas block on lean tinted glass, three inches cracked down, Mac in between cut school, got paid slingin' crack to the dean seen a heemy head blow turn back to a fiend Capone, Luciano, and Mega, Noreaga here to drop anonymous tips, bitches flip for the right paper it's pain, time, and glory, the essence of the thoroughest nigga, I rest my faith in the corner watch me get up on ya (Phone rings) (Mega) yo (Lake) yo Mega it's Lake (Mega) whassup? (Lake) yo, 'pone 'bout to holla at you (Mega) about what? (Lake) I can't get into it over the phonehe 'bout to come at you right now (Mega) aight Chorus (Capone) Hey yo Mega what the fuck man grab the calicko, make these niggas duck man they outta luck man and we ain't wit' talkin', we gon' buck man (repeat) Verse 4: (Mega) My life is blood money and big guns I'm the nigga your connect get hit from hello, and I rep the ghetto, how real is that? nigga you too cocky I'm like Tupac, who could stop me? I got a message from Papi who the body in the trunk? I wanna know like Joe my flow ill like 'pone's Tahoe fuck the fake shit son, look at us, we all did state bids I'm in it to win but I lost my patience niggas def, dumb, and blind when I floss my bracelet in Queensbridge, in the scene with Benzes and Beamers niggas who hate cops and love squeezin' whats the meanin'? all hail the thug allegiance tryin' to get right 'cause I don't want my unborn seeds slingin' the Mantana shit, banana clips bringin' to niggas if my Man is hit.