Our Way - Capone -N- Noreaga: Iman Lyrics

Capone-N-Noreaga Featuring Iman Thug---Our Way 

[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]