Queens - Capone-N-Noreaga, Complexions

Outlaw, Outlaw

Uhh-uhh.

Yo give me some of that haze man.

That purple haze.

I don’t wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.

Hydro.

Shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.

I’ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)

Pone roll up there.

ya heard me?

Yo Slaam roll up there ya heard me?

Ok Slaam.

Its like this yo…

(Noreaga)

Yo, yo Blood money is the anthem, its never a myth

I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts

If I don’t roll, then my nigga Baby he just twist

He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth

See shit change because I normally came

On the R train now me and 5 in the Range

We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns

Them Queens niggaz then we landed in the millions

Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings

The same crime rates and the same damn killings

A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice

but now I’m Carhart and bullet proof is under my goose

and go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce

the curly-haired fro, I cut my hair but my beard grow

Yo where my beers go?

Send them right here yo Yo party’s over tell the rest of the crew

Stash the drugs, the guns go to sexon too

See me, all my life yo I had to sell drugs

While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs

While you grew up with straight nerds I grew up with thugs

(Chorus: Complexions)

We done had some time, I strive to get my shine

Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine

I look out for you, and you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see

Platinum chains and Carti’frames and jewels

Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool

Don’t you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food

We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do Cause I’ll be there with my thugs

I’ll be right here waiting on you

(Capone)

For my niggaz who bust pies

the customized fives

to the vals, to the railroaded trails I cuss cops

enough shots and any generation

I spit dead a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement

my soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table

every welcome to the hood sign

batting good times

Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided

till death bitches burning in gossip

Its my turn to deposit

the real, the logic, no college

just dollars and criminal knowledge

me and my codies, pass?

rodies?

I flash mo’wheat, than cash Cody

Keep the mac on me When U stack niggaz act phony

shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood

never swear to a dead thug

my name should be brough up in fame

never said in vain

Spread like a letter chain

In criminal slang.

We done had some time

I strive to get my shine

Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine

I look out for you, and you look out for me.

And we hold it down, you just wait and see

Platinum chains and?

cardy?

frames and jewells

Now these broke niggaz start act a fool

Don’t you know thugged out, straight eat ya food

We keep guns on our sides

You know how dunn thugs do Cuz I’ll be there with my thugs

I’ll be right here waiting on you.

(Beat fading away)