1.Soundtrack To The Streets
It's the one and only kid capri
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
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
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!
2.My Niggas
Yeah
Uhhh
It's time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' minds right
Cause it's about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid capri
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin' l-o-x
That's right
Chorus (styles)
＞from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
＞from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so ya'll niggas try to quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin' sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
＞from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, ya'll check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
For money, power ＆ respect, on platnuim out the gates
＞from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like whiteies
And bitches have all nighties
Suckin' dick, me i'm on some jail shit
Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles
click
Chorus (styles)
＞from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
＞from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
Uhh, uhh
Bet i salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist'
Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, i put that one the life that i ride
Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby fuck if i fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, i used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
Chorus (styles)
＞from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
＞from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun
Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die
If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, ya'll niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, i want money and the power
Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
Dog i'm a whole different pedigree
Take me to the limit, i'm layin' in the cut
While you playin' in the scrimage
Meet you at the final
Lyrically, i'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
Posion, house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, ya'll bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the border
Transport the water, sheerest corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas
L-o-x muthafucka
L-o-x, try this shit
Chorus (with ad-libs)
＞from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
＞from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
3.Loud And Clear
Now we are ready if you are ready
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me loud and clear
Cause i got something that you need to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause i got something that you need to hear
Verse one： lost boyz
Hey yo
I only hit you with the shit thats official
Why shouldnt i be an m.c thats my initial
Beside showing skills is really nothin new to me
And known top is what i want me and my crew to be
Soon to see how us official niggaz get down
Ask around kid its on when we get down
The rap roads still doin rap shows
Brava counterfeit hit you wit the rap flows
Hot to def rockin till theres nothin left shit
Thats all you got thats the secret that you kept shit
You coulda saved it my whole teams faded
Youza fag and a flag you need to wave it
Yo, lay my laws hit the ball then score
Cause nigga scared he aint pra pared for war
Its selby fan its the gees kid capri
Me and my man na representive from the n.y.c
Chorus： kid capri
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me loud and clear
Cause i got something that you need to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause i got something that you need to hear 2x
Verse 2： lost boyz
Im on the block late night sounds coming outta cars
Headed to titti bars new york city stars
We in a spot where much cash flashin
Niggaz lookin for some action
I love this world wit a passion
Bridge： kid capri
Hey yo!
All the ladies in the house say yeeeeeaaaahhhhh
(then yeeeaahhhh said by the ladies) ya dont stop
All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya dont stop
Verse 3： lost boyz
Word up
You know me gotta shortie on my lap cousin
Hand me that i can take it to slap
Shortie rockin that ass cause she bouncin so fast
Got my drink comin up of my glass
Word, cell ringin jewlery swingin
More drinks to the table is what they bringin
Whose most rollin dice in the rear
Shorties scared but they aint gettin nothin of that ye
I keep my eyes on them cats tryin to get me
Besides to eat i got my niggaz in here wit me
From outta town you know how i row
Hold it down if you said it we led off of rans
But since we rappin ima hit you wit the hot shit
That why not come through blow yo spot shit
Basicly lb bear kid capri young cats from the nyc
Do you feel me
Kid capri naming some cites
Bridge： lost boyz
Throw yo hands up if you game is tight yall
And if you down to do this here all night yall
Make ya hands swerve from left to right yall
I rolled an l all i need is a light yall 2x
Chorus repeated
4.Hot This Year
＊talking on a phone
Yo capri, yo this is diamond, um..
Check it out um..i moved the session to next wednesday
At 12 noon, plug me in at d＆d, you'll be outta there by one
o'clock
Aiight？ call me back and umm..give me confirmation.
I'm ageless, pageless, only want me for that thing
Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
Wit my gold chain, nothing as the hangin rope
Who wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that i'm smokey
Bust you in the back and play the low key
Trustin in the fact that where i go, knowbody knows me
Maybe then i'll go to where the weather is more suited to my
taste
And you got, uprooted in the first place
I got the 'chelle fire, cuz i get deeper than mya
Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor dryers
Want some verbal spit from the semi-auto lip
Your whole body get hit, then you start dancin and ＊shit＊
And i'm the, overweight afro-diesiaic
I only lick two and pass if your trees be black
I leave the, promoters screamin 'won't you please be back？'
Detonating, till bell-bottom lee's come back
Chorus
So brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
And diamond d, you can make it hot this year
So brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
And diamond d, you're rollin wit the kid capri
Brand nu's you can make it hot this year
And diamond d, we all can make it hot this year
Brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
And diamond d, you're rollin wit the kid capri
Aight, now here's to y'all all and my new bronx address
I'm out wit the old ＊shit＊, got a brand new mattress
Don't want no girl wit no flat chest
How 'bout the one wit the ？pack less？
I tickle you laugh, but i just got the math
Over on park ave, off the concourse on ？
She took two and, she could do it
My whole crew got anger's wit them
Similar to travellin, salesman hittin things from women
Or whatever
Allah uhakbar, lord jamar spit in devil's face like roberto
alomar
Choke a phillie l like latrell sprewell
Straight from the rochelle where the g-o-d's dwell
I hope you didn't think that we fell
We drink from the well, and it never runs dry
So we never gon die
We multiply wit mathematics, womens call us charismatic
Smoke the aro-matic, too much, guess it's a habit
Chorus
Here me dog, cuz a ＊nigga＊ ain't the run of the mill
Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill
I make it hot to death, swing it from right to left
Cuz i talk so much ＊shit＊ i can taste it on my breath
I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under padlock
Like comstock, wit more shoes than a foot locker
And it don't stop, diamond d and brand nu
Baggin more chickens than that ＊nigga＊ frank purdue
No more domestication, on some over-seas ＊shit＊
Beat a ＊nigga ass＊ till he says 'please quit'
While you home alone marinatin on cheese sticks
I'm in the back of the 'burban wit some chinese chicks
Lookin at a map, one chick on my lap
Tellin me how she was born in the year of the rap
But by the time we reach the house, there's no waitin in fact
All you see is ankles (yeah, what) from the front to the back
Chorus
Big shouts to my peoples all over uptown
Big shouts to my peoples all over the world
Brand nubian, big shouts to diamond d
Big shouts to diggin in the crates
It's the kid capri, and we puttin it down like that
Straight hip-hop, straight to your mouth, word up
I'm outta here
5.Unify
I falls off into a party in the n.y.c.
Niggaz lookin at me strange but they lovin my chain
Bang bang, same thang, game came when i left em
I do it by my lonely now i'm the big homie
But i'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from
I'm snoop dogg, i'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah i'm a classic
Dogg pound gangsta chokin off that boombastic
Now put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful cause my rap will make you eat your words son
(word to god) scratch i？ who the hardest to match (i)
Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch
Haven't you heard？ i'm loose, shook the feds like the juice
Snoop dogg is a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
I'm genuine, like vinny's whinin all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed i got the weed
And keep the lighter for the hash, has it,
Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime
And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime？
Chorus： slick rick (repeat 2x)
Many underclothes hangin on the hoes
Since (snoop, slick rick) crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies - pop cristal, toast to all those
Like (kid capri) helpin to unify both coasts
I'm shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor
Washed up, gang member？ better remember
I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
I hit em -- where they sit around actin hardcore at
Thank god for the guardians - in light of this
Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is
Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid
That always wanna start rappin (boy they're not gonna win)
And wanna dash at lethal or evil
Could a king bring style and class to black people？
Stick a whole log in and he buggin
Cause i - represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them
I drop a pile of semen on em
Even in a yugo i could take they woman from em
I make the hardest chew the kewl of this
Kid capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is？
Chorus
I'm twenty-six.. still in the mix
My hair gettin longer, my game gettin stronger
A nigga been on one, i thank god
Cause life in the city of stars is gettin hard
And it's odd, for a g to get a job
So i'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used to bang, now we follow farrakhan
Used to read the source
Now all he read is the holy qu'ran
Time brings change and change brings time
Listen to me hit you with this gangbang rhyme
Nigga, whattup, who up, you up!
Doggy dogg is on the mic
I'm here to fuck it izzzup
I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it
Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin tragic
But i'ma make me a grip and dip quick
And fuck with my nigga kid capri on this g shit
Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick rick-y
And all you niggaz talkin bullshit can just miss me
Can't twist me, you fuckin paper haters
I'm dippin in my nine-eight gold navigator
I'm dippin like a lo-lo
Bouncin, smokin ounces, fo' sho' doe
Chorus 1.5x
6.Do Or Die
Chorus／intro：krs-one (kid capri)
Do or die ＊echoes＊ (they know, know what i mean？)
Bring your clique, come on do or die ＊echoes＊
Bring your clique, bring your clique
(do or die ＊echoes＊)
Bring your clique, bring your clique (come on)
Yo, yo; i flash knowlegde not scandal
Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles
They burn on waxes in your sandle
Microphone vandal, krs-one'll make em scamble
When they gamble, i tear them like flannel
You wanna battle？ you'se a dreamer
I put up my benz, you put up your beamer
I guarantee ya, i leave ya standin with your beaper
Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your
megaspeakers
You'll have no sound; while i'll be uptown in your adidas
Don't mess with teachers we pray for peepers
We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that
Fair and square, don't even stare too long
Or dare the wrong, i'm there and gone
With a ？really simple？ sing-a-long
Chorus： kid capri and krs
＊repeat 3x＊
Open up the door, let me come in the place
Before you recognize the raw, yo, its right in your face
Just a little taste, yo i'm kinda nuts like planters
The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!
I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while
Been flowin like the nile from when you was just a child
Now its ninety-eight, and i will not hesitate
You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!
Your lightweight, i devistate on the equal races
No i'm not a racist, but no race could really face this
I hate this, no i don't, you'll face kris, no you won't
You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope
Like a billy goat, i ram your set like blaow!
Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground
Boogie-down, let me make one thing clear
Bx, baby this is our year
Try here and die here, superfly here
As i threw my spear near, think what to do my dear
I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing
Still blazin, played the low on occasion
We make hotter, john blaze
You niggas rockin in the wrong ways
I make your head knock while the song plays
Kid capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough
Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald
Let's make it happen, me and you rappin
Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at
Its all good but your rap style seems to be common
If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin
Chorus
South bronx!
I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor
So i slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja
I'm all up in your white blood
My style is devestatin, your renovatin like hud
What, you expect when i'm on the set
Don't forget, i'm givin in cash and wreck
You still ain't ready yet, better yet
When i connect all y'all hit the deck!
Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check
You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty
If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me
But don't worry, hurry in the clubs i get wit em
Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium
Only sucker mc's be like kris got some ish with him
Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him
Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him
Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him？
Chorus
7.Follow Me
8.One On One
Yeah once again presenting, kid capri
Ras kass the waterproof mc, punchline
(ras kass)
These faggot mcs be on skis with the microphone though
But it's all downhill hitting trees like sonny bono
Name a nigga i couldn't burn and he probably created the earth
in six days
I shot at jesus with a tech fives times
Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is ras kass
Might eat a little pussy but i don't kiss ass homeboy
I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like
Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes
(punchline)
I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me
Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 ad
You feel gazy？, i'm top ten with the raps
Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats
I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
My verses got long sentences like jail times
Press rewind, listen to jams when i cool out
I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out
Going new routes to maintain my composure
Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure
Rap soldier in the cipher i'm first to set it
My lyrics get the u.s. open without playing tennis
(ras kass)
Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond john blaze
I'm john cremation, you conversation with aspirations
Of me leaving blood stains from earth to venus
Them so-called rap stars will still be living
With they moma like an unborn fetus
As soon as you step on stage i'ma destroy you with the truth
Like the ricki lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth
Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
A lost angel, i strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(punchline)
Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches
Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin
And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you open like seasections
I rhyme greata set it off without jada
My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators
Rap composer of the hit your styles over
I make an mc cry just like robin on ophra
Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas
And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine
Gave birth to so many styles i should have my tubes tied
One time, when rappers need concentration
Embarrass i nigga, like getting caught masterbating
I'm fascinating, i make you wallow in your sorrow
Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled
My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice
Match this, drop jewels like biago rackis
I come rough for all niggas that front
I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(ras kass)
I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming
And until buchwhick bill starts dunking on kobe bryant
I'm applying pressure, check out my melody
The eighteenth letter, the first letter
The nineteenth letter for cheddar
And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the
rum-redder
To make the deader then coretta
Scott king's husband who had a dream
I get in you with no vaseline
And burn rubber so i tap that ass like savion glover
(punchline)
That the sedative cause your shits repetitive
And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out
Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out
Took a detour when some of ya'll went the same route
Thoughts about doing punchline make me tickle
When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels
Organized rhymes we make the girls realize
We humiliate niggas like a small dick size
Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines
Take mine, can't mess with ras and punchline
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