Now Capone-N-Noreaga (Ft. Tragedy Khadafi)

[Chorus:]
Listen it’s my style it's my song
It’s your style it’s your style
It’s your song
It’s my style it’s my style
It’s my song
It’s your style it’s your style
It’s your song

[Verse 1:]
Yow see i never want to kill man never
But i don’t know if i won’t kill a man ever
Cause i never stayed around for the repercussions
I was in the slinging coke
Buggy down reproduction
I know if i jerked off with the susie vasoline
Glove towel that way my first groopie
Afterwards you know a nigga smoked lucie
For miss Reynolds her body well loopy
Bigger dopay and delanapas ros games from
My Dan seeing them i got a bottle
I use to be a dirt bomb
With arms filled with ringworms with a gun in her arms
I can't believe i went platinum trying out the world and the atmosphere
This compass is crazy you was once hurting once
There eating rice and gravy
Use to be at home crib hoping for our own cell
I stuck up the sticker kids were on their co tail
All i ever wanted to be was a shooter
And disturb the peace and doing without looda
Doing these base shit without a ruler