Cappadonna - Get Away From The Door Lyrics

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F/ Inspectah Deck

[Intro: Cappadonna]

Yo! Get away from the door

Everybody get the fuck back

Staten Island, stand up

[Cappadonna]

I live a street life, nothin' but hard times and strife

I be stuck on the block try'nna make things right

Sold crack for a living, now I could write

Not just for the paper, for the sacrifice

Vibe with me, the cops come ride with me

I'm all in the hood, yeah nigga, slide with me

If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me

Experience my I'll pain, the broke windows in the rain

Crackheads goin' insane

Marlo stuck dope in his vein, lift him up

Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up

It get ugly and shit, why it gotta be this?

We came a long way, fuck cheaters

We don't wanna bust the Heaterz

No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah)

Park Hill be the real niggaz and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun)

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[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

Enough of your bullshit, my niggaz'll pull quick

Berettas and full quicks, guerillas and convicts

Armed and dangerous, bombs and bangers, kid

Stormin' the game with it, calm but anxious and

I'll whip yo ass for this, come with the cash or it's

On with the blast and it's, gonna get hazardous

Niggaz should know by now, niggaz should know my style

Shaolin, hold me down, frontin', there goes the pow!

[Cappadonna]

Why it gotta be like this

Police fightin' us with night sticks, niggaz carryin' ice picks

Sometimes, niggaz we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you

Niggaz throwin' up signs, niggaz shipped to Bellview

Son, don't let coke dog smell you

Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you

Skate, nigga, never let jake nail you

I got caught up in the grind but I fell through

Now I'm back on the spot, keep my eye on you

Make a phone call, kid, or put a spy on you..

And this is dedicated to all my niggaz in the ghetto

Big dimes and C Rule, jugs of Palmetto

I'm in too deep and I just can't let go

Catchin' my pain, real niggaz that respect dough

[Chorus]

[Outro: Cappadonna (sample)]

It's my world!

Fucked up... stick 'em! Ugh..

2-4, Graveyard Shift

(The names and the faces have changed

But the game, is still the same...)

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