[kid] yeahhhhh!   [nas] uhh, qb   [kid] all the people in the place!   It's the one and only kid capri   [nas] uhh, tm nigga   [kid] along with my man nas escobar   [nas] ill will   [kid] we about to take this one all around the world   So y'all feel this one, come on!      Verse one: nas      My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party   Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey   Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me   And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me   Escobar, I toasted with frank white, to this new era   Of gangster life, slangin words in the mic   Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain   You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight   This game i'ma run til it's done, stack my funds   Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month   Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest   Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest   Everything else, left open, I'm smokin   Next to your balls, police won't even question at all   It's the esc- to the -bar, connects in ? piar?    Overlord of rap, u.s. france to ecuodar      Chorus: nas      Have you ever met a qb gangsta, who would   Shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?    Niggaz want the street you lookin for me   You want the hot shit you must cop the kid capri   Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your jeep   Esco' and kid capri, with the motherfuckin soundtrack   To the street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it   Puffin l's poppin glocks to it      Verse two: nas      Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain   The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough   Off of cocaine, colombian neckties   Democrats to bill clinton gotta respect nas   Customized flow, words stitched into the seams   Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship   Far from ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid   Regardless of your bid or who you partners with   Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz   You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages   You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the bridge   We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid   I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get   Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds   Shots, echo the town, new york, home of   The harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now      Chorus      Verse three: nas      Uhh, what? kid capri   Soundtrack to the street a theme for every hood   Every lockdown facility, get ? oxed? down for grillin me   Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours   Respect money and power and them honies that swallow   But what's becomin apollo, nuttin but bigga bank   Fuck you niggaz think I ride for?    Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns   The same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor   Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world   Transportin keys that's inside of a door   Openin spots from little rock to baltimore   Smoked out, chillin on the kid capri world tour      Chorus      [kid capri]   Yeah   Word up, come on   We make it bump one time word up   My man nas make it bump one time come on   Come on, we make it bump one time word up   The kid capri make it bump one time come on      Chorus      [kid capri]   And I say party people, it's the kid capri   Nas escobar, soundtrack to the streets   Jumpin off, youknowhati'msayin?    You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!