Cappadonna - Blood Brothers download mp3

Lyrics

All y’all hatin' ass MC’s Run 4 Cover
Long live Cappadon' that’s word to mother
I’m a Staten Island slike nigga straight from the gutters
And every time you see me, I always got the butters
And the fat chick on the low, ready to flow
I carry guns, cracks, ounces of blow
Travel across the globe, show after show
We fuckin' ho’s all night, that’s the goal
And there’s a bunch of y’all niggas that’s feelin' the O
But do I give a shit about y’all? I don’t think so
I clap one of y’all niggas and leave you flat
And the rest of y’all bitch ass niggas’ll fall back
It’s the C-to the A-P in ya mouth
Cold stab y’all niggas, what the fuck y’all talkin' about?
Homicide Hills, Staten Island
That’s what it is
Aiyo Cap what you speak about? Niggas still frontin'
Like we ain’t got shit to make a cat start runnin'
What? We blood for life, we thug for life
Y’all remember in the crib when we bugged at night?
Mama Love always screamed on us
And sometimes, not all the time, Daddy dropped CREAM on us
Motherfuckers wan' get it gully back to back
Take it back to eighty-six when we wrapped up crack
And we ride together, rhyme together
Eat together, talk shit and sleep together
In the Hood we pack eat together
What you think? Y’all niggas keep frontin' I’ma bleed ya leather
L-O be blunt, speak twice, speak it up
How you feel about fam dogs sneakin' up?
What’s wrong with y’all? I’ma sing a song for y’all
Pop off 'til I get along with y’all
I’ma stay strong with y’all
Knucklehead niggas, Shaolin volume two
Stuck the stacked knives, bigger than pistol
Pop the pistol at the police that’s disturbin' the peace
Hard times on the block, guns and hair grease
I’m just tryin' to eat, nigga, and stack cheddar
I don’t think I’m better, I’m just a true blue nigga
But the hood is redder
Kid the way I do things is my only vendetta
Original Don Don, and jelly green Nike’s on kid the green leather
I ain’t sweatin' shit for bringin' fam dogs together
And my big dick go right in ya heffer