Closer (Sam Sneed Version) Capone-N-Noreaga (Ft. Smoke of Complexion)

[Intro: Noreaga]
Word up dun
Aight one time... do it like that one time I'm sayin'
No excuses, no excuses

[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Yo I started out in Iraq the wrong route
More bitches to doubt, more money to count
Yo my Swiss account, with more cheese amount
Keep piling and still gettin' calls from the island
Still do the things I did when I was wildin'
Tryin' to go from penny loafers, to mink sofas
Spending weeks with dime bitches thats freaks
Body so bangin' I call they're tits Sants
Ass cheeks scream loud like Sam beats
Wanna be under the seats in our streets
Last year around the time this year
If I would have got locked, yo I wouldn't even care
But now I got this rap thing
No more hustlin, at age ten my team played to win
We Sonny Carson nobody understandin'
Yo the black struggle gotta hustle to hustle
And once you get muscle nobody trust you
Tryin' to be like Goldy in the Shaft days
These lasts days comin' up
Yo these little niggas comin' up
Keep they gun tucked, ready to buck
Not thinkin'
Black on black crime yo it's swine you're both stinkin'
Pretty Ake, Imam and Mahdi yo it's Papi, offically
Arab Nazi 2-5-2 we regulate this tune