Al Capone lyrics

[Chorus: Master P]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan

[Verse 1: Master P]
Find me in the project, hanging with them killers
n*ggas know my name, Al Capone the person miller
I don’t f*ck around, get my sh*t from overseas
Frank Lucas on these n*ggas, got my rice from Vietnamese
That n*gga's hating on me cause they know I work the boaster
I don’t give a f*ck like sh*t, cop the boulder hoster
Straight from uptown where n*ggas will lay you down
Louie bag with coffee beans is on the Greyhound
Going hard in the paint like a n*gga ball hold it
n*ggas talkin' sh*t cause they know I’m bulk hogan
Call a n*gga busy cause I'm runnin' New Orleans
And I ain’t got to run to flush my sh*t down the toilet

[Chorus: Master P]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan
[Verse 2: Master P]
I put this on my mama, I put this on the hood
Man I’m out here hustling, if I make it then we good
I don’t f*ck with haters, n*ggas, they be snitching
Crying to other n*ggas like some motherf*cking b*tches
Who took a chain, who got it load
Who did that bullsh*t, why you put that dope
Why you doing what you doing? Man I don’t know
But stay out my business 'fore I cut your f*cking throat
Why I’m f*ckin' rappin' and why I came back
b*tch I’m in the mansion, you in the motherf*cking shack
In the barber shop talking sh*t, that you don’t know
Man you ain’t a real n*gga, you might be Five-O

[Chorus: Master P]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
Al Capone, Al Capone, new b*tch can’t leave me alone
She gon' suck me, she gon' f*ck me
Like she right when she wrong
She ignoring her phone, I might be pipe her too long
I don’t know what to say, mafia I ain’t safe
Get that sh*t out the way
Y’all like the work out the stage
Only me and my yay, can make you numb in the face
[Verse 4: Alley Boy]
Keep that long thang on me, toppin' n*ggas less than a g
Al Capone status, Master P b*tch this Louie V
Snitches getting murdered in my clan, please don’t force my hand
[?] kill a n*gga for bread, I’ma throw in this man
Law familiar n*gga, my rules, my devil bust in 2
Every line the truth, the new tank, this b*tch bomb-proof

[Chorus: Master P]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don’t f*ck with no haters
Make them bad b*tches moan