Straight Like That lyrics

[Intro]
I'll murder you...you...and you
Don't give a f*ck about you..you...

[Hook 1]

[Capone]
It's Thugged Out Entertainment n*gga
[Final Chapter]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We eat, sleep, sh*t street life
[Algado]
Straight like that
[Capone]
We get knocked bail the same night
[Algado]
Straight like that

[Hook 2]
We gettin b*tches, b*tches, money, money, basically
There ain't no kissin, we just f*ckin honeys, basically
You see y'all snitchin n*ggas talkin funny, basically
Me and my n*ggas is known to keep it ugly, basically
[Capone]
I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats
Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left
My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter
Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca
There's no need for peace offers, my n*ggas be shootin, we riot
We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased
Skip the battles back in 86, now n*ggas tattle, chop crazy bricks
Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich
Fantasize and flatten the hills, for n*ggas in ghettos
Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled
Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years
I keep two b*tches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle
I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever
Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever

[Algado]
Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter
? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya
Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first
Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse
Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em
I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum
Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension
Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention
I know you keep your life in your cash
Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot
So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole sh*t stop
Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop
I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops
Better have your Glock out and c*cked, about to pop
To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint
A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it
[Hook 1 & 2]

[Final Chapter]
Aiyyo, aiyyo
I peeped your true colors while y'all n*ggas was blinded
I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin
You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing
My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds
Make ya n*ggas start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry
When shots flurry, n*ggas point guard like Marbury
Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting
Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining
I've seen you n*ggas come up quick and then fall
I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pus*y's the bomb
Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long
So I'mma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong
My click is movin out, now is you rollin along?
Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that sh*t that I'm on
Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born
Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord

[Noreaga]
Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these n*ggas love me
I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab n*ggas with pens
That's why til this day they don't let me in
I be in New York smokin LA weed
I hate a b*tch named Pebbles like LA Reed
I dead n*ggas like Pac and BIG, blocks to live
These n*ggas can't eat like hostages
f*ck Camry's and f*ck Honda Accords
I rob n*ggas like the Crips at the Source Awards
And everything that went down was cool with me
As long as I came back with my jewelry
We had machine guns, I think we had two or three
And two or three limos, me and my n*gga Timbo
For b*tches that suck nuts and spit it out the window
You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3
[Hook 1 & 2]