Lyrics Major Nine – No Cap
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Aye, you done
Damn, you gon’ listen to tape that fast?
You done jump the big tape like that?
I know you one of the new ones
We gon’, we gon’ introduce you to this shit
Don’t touch money, free lunch
They mad that I rap, no cap
I was gettin’ money when they get with my bat
Hated on me, waited on me
Now I got the drip, lil’ baby on me
Tryin’a keep me out, said take it or leave
But I got the wool letter printed on me
And designer my shoes, designer my jeans
Young black nigga really came from the streets
They mad that I rap, no cap
(You ain’t fuckin’ with us, you in the way)
They mad that I rap, no cap
(Majornine time)
(It’s Majornine)
I said, they mad that I rap, no cap
They mad that I rap, no cap
Yeah, aye
I’m from the part of the city where they hate us
And the rest of the state can’t take us
I got some homies that lacked any faith
Rest in peace to my brothers thats dead
Take a whole lotta shit just to stop me
I was tryin’a be humble but it’s time to be cocky
They ain’t want a young nigga with the money
Oh, no, I can hit the mall, gon’ buy the whole store
My bitch got a bag, and a bag plus one
Red bottoms from next season
But the Roly on my wrist, might catch a fever
I should drop a bag on a front, nigga, hey
Uh, I bet a hunnid thousand people, nigga, hey
Family too
They mad that I rap, no cap
I was gettin’ money when they get with my bat
Hated on me, waited on me
Now I got the drip, lil’ baby on me
Tryin’a keep me out, said take it or leave
But I got the wool letter printed on me
Designer my shoes, designer my jeans
Young black nigga really came from the streets
They mad that I rap, no cap
Yeah, they mad that I rap, no cap
Yeah, see they mad that I rap, no cap
Yeah, they mad that I rap, no cap
Never gave a fuck ’bout this shit, they said
Fuckers don’t fool with us, they chasin’ bread
Baby, the nights I was grippin’ takin’ the back of the gates
With my niggas on flex
Niggas be bitches, while bitches, they bitches
I’m on my shit, I can’t fuck wit’ you niggas
Oh, my they can’t get a buck from you niggas
Why the fuck I show the love of you niggas?
I don’t know
A lot of that shit had to go
I think my circle got a little mo’ tighter
And the jewelry gon’ shine mo’ brighter
And they don’t like us
I was in college and feelin’ like Riker
Yeah, but they mad that I rap, no cap
I was gettin’ money when they get with my bat
Hated on me, waited on me
Now I got the drip, lil’ baby on me
Tryin’a keep me out, said take it or leave
But I got the wool letter printed on me
Designer my shoes, designer my jeans
Young black nigga really came from the streets
They mad that I rap
