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      Capone - Streets Favorite Música y Letra

      Intro]
      Whatever happened to (Yeah)
      The boy that I once knew? (It's ya boy Capone)
      The boy who said he'd be true (Young slime from QB, let's go)
      Oh no, oh no (Shoot me, kill me)
      Oh no, no, no, no, no (Have me locked, uh)
      Oh no, oh no (Wet me, disrespect me)
      Oh no, no, no, no, no (Uh, yeah, check it, yeah)
      
      [Verse 1]
      I told the judge, "I ain't comin' back
      Catch me if the cops could"
      I got a chopper sittin' under my drop hood
      You never catch me slippin'
      I'll never get rocked by a chicken
      I know you lame niggas know my position
      I came from the same ghetto you live in
      With no pot to piss in
      So believe me, I'm no damn different
      Listen, understand I'm a man with a vision (I got a vision, baby!)
      You could kill me and bury me after I'm done spittin'
      Now, who could do it like I do it?
      Rap it just like I rap it?
      Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket
      I dare you to test me, how dare you neglect me?
      I'm the streets in its purest form, niggas respect me
      Wet me, I'm coming back twice... I'm that nice
      [?] taking 'em, shakin' this shit down
      For a verse with Capone, you takin' a brick now
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      
      
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      [Hook]
      Now, who can move like I move?
      Who could go where I go?
      Who could take one and turn it to four?
      Really though
      I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
      Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
      
      [Verse 2]
      Bitch, I'm gon' get caught in the middle of the crossfire
      With no hammer tucked in my waist to cross fire
      They say I'm too thorough for my damn self, wet 'em, gun power (Too thorough, baby, crazy)
      I hate fake niggas with flour
      Devour every nigga with power, headed with lead showers
      Homie, you can't be me, can't see me, can't touch me
      Talk greasy, but walk geezy, you damn lucky
      It gets ugly, [?]
      Now, who can shoot it like I shoot it, persistent with headshots?
      Take a neighborhood [?] with a red dot
      I'm not with the [?], I'm hot with the sniffin'
      Listen, you playin' with death? [?] my direction
      Question: How could you not love me?
      How could you not trust me?
      You just plant faith in pussies, push me, this shit disgusting
      To get me out the game, you cowards got to buck me
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
      
      
      [Hook]
      Now, who can move like I move?
      Who could go where I go?
      Who could take one and turn it to four?
      Really though
      I put blood, sweat, and tears, for these past seven years, it was pain
      Now I'm tryna see glory in the game
      
      [Interlude]
      Oh no, oh no
      Oh no, no, no, no, no (This my year, baby)
      Oh no, oh no (New York City, the rebels)
      Oh no, no, no, no, no (America, spent five years, man)
      Oh no, oh no (Three in the penitentary)
      Oh no, no, no, no, no (Never stop, I can't stop, nigga)
      
      [Outro]
      Now, who could do it like I do it?
      Rap it just like I rap it?
      Keep an army in the [?] right under my army jacket
      I dare you to test me, how dare you neglect me?
      I'm the streets in the purest form, niggas respect me

      Capone - Streets Favorite Música y Letra

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