Capital P, Capital H lyrics

by

Nate Dogg


[Intro: Nyce]
Yeah, it's the Unit man
Nobody do it like we do it, you know I'm saying?
Straight G's n*gga, G's up n*gga
Infamous Mobb Deep, n*gga
Y'all know what time it is, man
We clip up over here, n*gga
What's your name, fool?

[Hook: Prodigy]
Capital P, Bandana P
V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P
V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
P-C-P, P get PC
With the hoes, first they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wrist
Heavier on the waist, memorise what I say so

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
When this sh*t goes down
You won't be surprised how this sh*t turns out
I'm a gangsta, you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK, thun
I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at getting at P, don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted n*gga
My baby mom's left me, cause she couldn't put up
With my foul attitude, I'm so f*cked up
And I love it, it got me to where I'm at, thun
If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his moms for that chain
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way (What?)
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way (What's your name, fool?)
[Hook: Prodigy & Havoc]
Capital P, Bandana P
V-I-P, M-V-P
R-S-V-P or R-I-P
V-S-O-P, A-S-A-P
And
H-A-V, H get PC
With your hoes, first they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wrist
Heavy on the waist memorise what I say

[Verse 2: Havoc]
This is '06, '07, '08
You old school? f*ck out my face
Who cares if you pioneered rap
Now these rich little bast*rds got it on smash
We a new breed, not from the same game
Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
If money ain't flying out your mouth from talking
Then no comprende, your language is foreign
If your body language don't calm down humbly
Homicide homie if you move too suddenly
And don't fidget with your fingers
Cause we would take that for a gang sign n*gga
Revenge is food that tastes best served cold
But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
You could get keep your things, we want your soul
So hot, even Satan gotta go (What's your name, fool?)
[Hook: Havoc]
Capital H-A-V-O-C
H class diamonds, H-S-B-C
H killing all these producers with his beats
Back seat of the H-3 you H-O-E
H-A-V, H get PC
With your hoes, first they gotta come bless me
I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wrist
Heavier on the waist, memorise what I say

[Outro: Nyce]
Yeah! Hahaha...
Hollywood Hav, n*gga
Rod Vegas P, n*gga... hahahaha
Nyce, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas know what time it is, man
Real Gs over here, n*gga... hahaha
P! What's up, n*gga, give me the word, n*gga
I'll ride on these b*tch ass industry n*ggas all day, n*gga
This is what we do, ya heard?
Hahahaha... yeah, man, we stunting in the Porsches too, n*gga, back to back, you b*tch ass n*ggas
Yeah
We got money, n*gga
Holla at me, you b*tch ass n*gga
I hate y'all n*ggas man, hahahahaha
I f*cking hate y'all, man
Word up, man
But we riding out though, you know what I'm saying?
And we gangsta ass Mobb Deep style, n*gga
Y'all n*ggas know what time it is, n*gga
Ride out, n*gga
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