The Al Capone Suite lyrics

by

Andre Nickatina


It's the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness
Sometimes I hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this
Say dead like a battery hit'em off with flatery, I don't do it for the cherity
I have to rap for the veraty, she said yea mother f*cker, let's do it on a saturday
Toss the bu cape, grab the mo__ jump in the caddy in we went our way

We up n the dope for the next studio droping the rap and we skat to the show
Tramendious track with the doe we blow, some hate that don't even know me though
We stuff the philly, what's the realli, and we come back easy

Ease I'm high as a mother f*cker, probly dies as a motherf*cker
Get tried as a motherf*cker, get fried as a motherf*cker
But don't let that be ther reason why motherf*cker, hardly ber__ far
Do it at the bar but don't take it to far, some man, got leaneant
Foo they got the ingrediants, f*ck be a n*gga that's seening it
When you wanna be a n*gga that's being it, word

Put it on a hard way, and by the way like a B n an ash trey
Gotta hit'em like a rickashay, and when the temp-T parley
And I know cut-throats like scarface, don't hit'em up put'em down on the contract
Make your ass a little too hard to contact

Lord lullibuy, king nicky, gettin gone, yea. off that sticky, it see a copy
They say they wanna get me, but I got a body gard like wittney

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