Straight like that

[Intro]

I'll murder you...you...and you

Don't give a fuck about you..you...

[Chorus 1]

[Capone]

It's Thugged Out Entertainment nigga

[Final Chapter]

Straight like that

[Capone]

We cut, shoot, stab, sell crack

[Algado]

Straight like that

[Capone]

We eat, sleep, shit street life

[Algado]

Straight like that

[Capone]

We get knocked bail the same night

[Algado]

Straight like that

[Chorus 2]

We gettin bitches, bitches, money, money, basically

There ain't no kissin, we just fuckin honeys, basically

You see y'all snitchin niggaz talkin funny, basically

Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically

[Capone]

I'm off Beezlebub, I walk wit the mac in my sweats

Air forces, wife beater, fitted cap to the left

My chain hang 35 inches, my heat 7 and a quarter

Beard 8 and a third, and my piece be Orca

There's no need for peace offers, my niggas be shootin, we riot

We run the streets quiet, cuz the law's biased

Skip the battles back in 86, now niggaz tattle, chop crazy bricks

Cop new kicks, quick to say they rich

Fantasize and flatten the hills, for niggaz in ghettos

Its crack, bullets that kill, dreams are fulfilled

Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin grudges for years

I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes

The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto

Squeeze first, since the day I slung, ready rockin a bottle

I stand and deliver like Edward Olmos, wet whatever

Respect whatever, I talk with a tech forever

[Algado]

Our show's at your service on behalf of Final Chapter

? I'm not a rapper, quick to slap ya

Got scheme, its not a factor, we gotta shine first

Have 'em coppin your album just for our verse

Straight like that, y'all better tell 'em

I hope they don't act like we won't smack to back of their cerebellum

Oh and did I mention? if I feel tension

Get the full arm extension, get the whole block's attention

I know you keep your life in your cash

Your cash in the stash, stash in the car, car in the lot

So when I blow up the lot ::BOOM:: your whole shit stop

Y'all rappers is backwards, make the game flip flop

I'll take you to the spot with no witnesses and no cops

Better have your glock out and cocked, about to pop

To hustlers like Flynt, sellin cracks like Sprint

A dime a minute, now roll the dice, five in it

[Chorus 1 & 2]

[Final Chapter]

Aiyyo, aiyyo

I peeped your true colors while y'all niggaz was blinded

I been down and spit a pound before you knew I was rhymin

You know me, illest flow, ain't no seconds for timing

My sixteens'll rip through beats, cut deeper than diamonds

Make ya niggaz start to worry cuz my hood is dark and blurry

When shots flurry, niggaz point guard like Marbury

Ain't no arguing, all my click'll do is get the targeting

Final Chapter split pies in two, its half bargaining

I've seen you niggaz come up quick and then fall

I've seen you frontin for your broad like her pussy's the bomb

Clowns findin their stash gone but my cash is long

So I'ma let y'all pass on, cuz you ass like a thong

My click is movin out, now is you rollin along?

Til I perish I'm spittin strong, it's that shit that I'm on

Final Chapter's comin at ya, now the drama is born

Settle in this street life from the hoods to the lord

[Noreaga]

Aiyyo I'm still ghetto, that's why these niggaz love me

I'm still on the run eatin so I got chubby

I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens

That's why til this day they don't let me in

I be in New York smokin LA weed

I hate a bitch named Pebbles like LA Reed

I dead niggaz like Pac and BIG, blocks to live

These niggaz can't eat like hostages

Fuck Camry's and fuck Honda Accords

I rob niggaz like the Crips at the Source Awards

And everything that went down was cool with me

As long as I came back with my jewelry

We had machine guns, I think we had two or three

And two or three limos, me and my nigga Timbo

For bitches that suck nuts and spit it out the window

You know my tempo, like Bloody Money 3

[Chorus 1 & 2]