Uhh, yeah

Take ya on a ride?

Sippin' yak, I laxin' in Chronic fog

Flashbackin' on days of me and my Doggs

See the shit went foul, when it was over

But Yet and Still

Started out, Fools 4Real

Now this of course was back when we sorta lacked ends

Wasn't no paper available to fold

And I mean this broke shit was gettin' old

Cuz we was in need to be clockin' dollars

And we was in need to clock'um Now

Unh, deedee mow

Situation became drastic and so therefore

We chose to impose, some of those criminalistic tactics

And low and behold, well I be goddamned

If the stack didn't increase ten-motherfuckin-fold

Much to clever to go low again cuz we was driven

To stay up on top of thangs, loving the life we livin'

Strictly bidness, we was in this to win it all

Didn't give a fuck if no others didn't love us, me and my Doggs

Now this is how it's done like one two three

Different motherfuckers served tryna step to a G

I only got love for me and my Doggs

Slip Capone on a mission with that **** Boss Hogg

On a mission dippin' down Imperial

The name's Capone but first let me unfold the scenario (yeah)

Creepin', rollin' one winter weekend

In a BMW, there they go, I see them (who?)

Them fools that crossed me when I first started off

With the kingpin Kurupt and a G named Boss Hogg

But now I got a stack of Columbian crack

I gots to cook it in and sell it so a **** can make his ends back

Prepared to murder if I have to and I had to

So I blasted the two in front and got the last few

No one escapes as Capone demonstrates power

And regulates the Westside's weed and white powder

Separates the boys from the men, ya see who's your true friend

And who ain't when you begin stackin' ends

That's why I never love no one but myself

And ain't a **** crossed me that lived to tell (BLAOW!)

Listen, now whosoever stepped would be (Shit outta luck wit)

See we, Two Uhh, BGz, who was, (Simply not to be fucked with)

Best to been on your guard

We was stalkin' the fuckin' boulevard, really lawd

But since it wasn't enough for the two-man crew

We did some debating and contemplating on parlaying product in the revenue

Thought about it a minute then we concluded

We'd be stupid as fuck not to get up in it

So we's like "Shit! We had to do it!"

Servin them cavi would make the cash flow

Just a little mo fluid

And so we gathered up the proper amounts

Bought us up a flock o' motherfuckin birds and me and my **** set out

(To defeat the rest

Sowin shit the fuck up from the east to west)

Came up large in commodities

**** started recitin philosophies like 'Sure as the rain falls

Yes y'all **** was born to be ballin'

Since they was swimmin' in Pop's balls

Then all of a sudden I started noticin decreasin my grip figures

And I'm like "What? Hold on, wait a minute"

Wassup **** with the shortness of my green

He looked me in my face and said "Fuck, you think it mean"

And right before my eyes the partnership dissolved

I seen him like he was a ho, showed him no love at all

He reached for his Glock but I was quicker BLAOW!

Used to be my homie but you's a dead motherfucker now

I'm ashamed but I say fuck it, today I became the Boss Hogg

Cuz today I buried my Dogg

Check it

This just a quick reminder to let all y'all motherfuckers know

There ain't no friends in this game

Especially when you're dealing with this half white and black hearted, cross

Eyed, curly haired motherfucker, know I'm sayin?

The name's Capone puttin' it down with big CPO Boss Hogg

For a second to let all y'all motherfuckers know that it's a cold world

**** gotta supply they own heat

We recognize, realize, and analyze that shit ya dig

Hahahahaha