[Capone Talking] [Noreaga talking in background]   I want niggas to bang out to this shit   Niggas drive drunk to this shit   Drive drunk to this (14x)    Drive drunk drive drunk (1x)      [Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]   We doing this our way (yeah motherfucker we doing it our way now)    I think its our way, I think its our way   If you don't like it hit the highway    (hit the highway nigga get the fuck up outta here)    I think its our way, I think its our way   We doing this our way    (yeah yeah we doing it our way like its fucking pose to be)   I think its our way, I think its our way   Til we hit hundred on the highway (five the six)      [Iman Thug]   Call me the black machine gun jack megern   Touching my good making sure the bastards learn   Smash the burn   No time for fronting its nothing   Gets yours while I get mine not nothing   We flows with the ratical   Tongue mathematical    Cut niggas bent up shit with dirty attitudes   That's the way the world go round and round   Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound   Peep the grimist    We high profile locist   Thugged out 41st side smokers   Now who you know   Get down like us   Gats bust empty out rounds that gust   Can't stand overpaid ass   Fronting ass bitch   Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick   Dirting in the club   While her man couple of a drinks   All my niggas in the V.I.P. doing our thing      Chorus (1x)      [Noreaga]    Yo money bust snaps for pocket    And I don't dance   I get head    And I don't even iron my pants   I got a dead steel   Yall niggas ran with your legs still   I.ll make you lose calories without the treadmill    From New York but still I been hating the knicks   And fuck jordan but still I be rocking his kicks   My nigga Nas told me   Take your hoe to the flicks   And if she don't give you brain then you dodge the bitch   We from Queens   The dro is like hard to get    We got to travel up to Harlem where its hot as shit   Yo its Melvin the african godfather   So yo god bother   You wanna taste the revolver   I dead dun   I shot toe then run    Now stay motherfucker give head to the gun   Stay on son    Itchy bon like number one   It's the QB album that us bless this dun      Chorus (1x)      [Capone]   I stand on the block    Fully baked hand on my cock   Old heads flirting saying I resemble my pops   I put work in   I'm the street in the sickest version   No crowd niggas collect my person to person   I buck right if my left hurting   I'm double jointed   Ducking the cops they stay searching   The elevators ain't working the steps too pissy    Thoro bread god son rep the bridge with me   I pull up in the S50 plus five   Let the thugs fly   Now everybody tough guys   Its murder in these blood eyes   Like I ain't got shit to live for   Fuck a thugs cry nigga shoot that's why god put em here for   I been on the booze hit a buck on the highway   Been in my shoes   I'm thuggin rich make my own rules   Its time glory and pain I'm still with kane   I got O's dog for six fifties remember the name   Capone nigga       Chorus (1x)      [All]   Ain't nothing but a Queens thing baby   Three bent niggas straight going crazy   Hennessy is the drink that fades me   Bang out to this shit baby (2x)      [All talking]