Capicu (feat. Fat Joe, Nore & Juju)

Yeah, ah

JuJu

Nore, ah, Tony Touch

Joe Crack 'the don'

Top of the world, we ain't gonna stop till you earl

Got you sick when you heard the kid was rocking your girl

Make you nauseus, glide through your block in twin porshes

Of course is the ladies love joe cause he's gorgeous

Recognize the king, the livest team

If I ever do time I prolly die in a bin

Turn the one year stress till like 30 to life

Same day I came home I'll probabbly murder my wife

Look at them guys, they all look shook and surprise

I don't know why I wrote the book on how to be live

When the shit goes down, be the last man standing

Can't be the man to join them, eventhough you can't stand them

It's the **** that you love to hate

Ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great

Nowadays they got a criminal gig

I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case

Yeah... Shit!

You know how we do

Capicu

Send a few to I see you

The whole clique rock steady like moutainly crew

And y'all shit starting to look sloppy too

Vamonos, them falling like dominos

Them Zanganos, Toca cantalo

I bang out with that classic rhyming flow

To lock it down "TOMA", where you trying to go

I'm dyin' to grow

Word let me speak my mind

'Cause see a lot of your herbs thought I reached my prime

But I came in the game with a unique design

It's made up with only dope beats and rhymes

Puerto Rock, it this mic on or wut

So I can rep my peoples that's on the block

Cognac on the rocks, haters want to know when it's goin to stop

Not till we on the top

What!

¡Oye, Tony, avanza!

Son siete, no son nueve

¡Tira, tira!

Que capicúa es lo que viene

Dale, dale, dale

¡Oka, tira! Oye ¿Qué te pasa? ¿Ah?

Pasáte, papi

Oh, my God!

¡Pase y se jodió!

Ayyo it go

Esta Loca, tony toca

We been boning bitches in they mothafucking chocha

This is the audience, I'm the lyricist

Sucks how this suckers in the crowd want to hear this

Craze, craze, and none of them in they case

I'm free as a bird and to fly out on stage

I'm not here for no frontin just to say a little something

This suckers don't like me cause I'm all about dumping

Shotgun pumping, ripping you up

I'm like Dru-hill now how I'm splitting you up

See I'm the founder god plus I'm half latino

See me in miami eating fish with my ego

I'm chilling wit my uncle my fault I mean tio

Kidnap **** making them sniff a whole kilo

So what now, I heard you **** want buck now

Caught you without a gun, you **** ain't tough now

Swore-no ****

What's going on ****? its real

Fifty milimeter people need to guard ju neal

Fuck you **** how you feel

You fags are like Alley Mcbeal

Snap you in half, what the fuck is the deal

Junkyard ain't no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me

Burning in hell, **** frying with me

And I don't want nobody cryin for me

I want a thousand rounds in the air flying for me

Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah, Cah

So smell the gun powder

Living in a place you couldnt get the fuck outta

The hard one, **** you know you whole life tryin to kill you

Can't even control your own wife, keep movin'

Stayin in ground I ain't losing

Life is the deadly decision I keep choosing

It's neen like a battle out of hell

For every **** sitting up in a cell

Keep it funky till we all outta jail

Coffee

¡Ah!

Quinientos, quinientos, quinientos

C'mon! Otta here!

¡Respeta, respeta, respeta!