Our Way

Lyrics

[Intro: Capone] I want niggas to bang out to this shit Niggas drive drunk to this shit Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive to this Drive drunk to this, drive drunk to this, drive drunk, drive drunk [Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)] We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way If you don't like it, hit the highway (Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way We doing this our way (Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way 'Til we hit hundred on the highway (Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way [Verse: Imam T.H.U.G.] Call me the black Machine Gun Jack McGurn Touch 'em up good, making sure them bastards learn Smash the bird, no time for fronting, it's nothing Gets your's, while I get mine, not nothing We flows with the radical, tongue mathematical Cut niggas, bent up shitty, with dirty attitudes That's the way the world go 'round and 'round Henny, bud on our dome like pound for pound Peep the grimmest, we high profile locust Thugged Outt, 41st Side smokers Now who you know Get down like us? Gats bust empty out, rounds that gust Can't stand no fake-ass, fronting-ass bitch Kicking to my niggas like they don't want dick Dirting in the club while her man coppin' her drinks All my niggas in the V.I.P., doing our thing [Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)] We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way If you don't like it, hit the highway (Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way We doing this our way (Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way 'Til we hit hundred on the highway (Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way [Verse 2: Noreaga] Yo... yo... your money bustin' out my pocket And I don't dance I get head – and I don't even iron my pants I got the Des steel Ya'll niggas ran with your legs still I'll make you lose calories without the treadmill From New York, but still I be 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 was like hard to get We got to travel up to Harlem, where it's hot as shit Yo, its Melvin – the African Godfather So, yo, god, bother – you wanna taste the revolver? I dead dunn I done told him "run" Now stay, motherfucker, give head to the gun Stay on somethin' Ichiban, like #1 It's the Q.B. album, let us bless this, dunn (Okay!) [Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)] We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way If you don't like it, hit the highway (Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way We doing this our way (Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way 'Til we hit hundred on the highway (Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way [Verse 3: 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 mine person-to-person I bust right, if my left hurting I'm double-jointed Ducking the cops, they stay searching The elevators ain't working, the steps too pissy We thoroughbred, God's Son rep the Bridge with me (C'mon, Esco!) I pull up in the S50, plus 5 Let the doves fly Now everybody tough guys It's murder in these blood eyes Like, I ain't got shit to live for Fuck a thug's cry, nigga – shoot, that's what God put 'em here for I'm bent on the booze Hittin' a buck on the highway, bendin' my shoes I'm thuggin' rich, make my own rules It's time, glory, and pain, I'm still with Caine I got O's, dog, for six-fifty, remember the name (Capone, nigga!) [Chorus: Capone, Noreaga, (Imam T.H.U.G.)] We doing this our way (Yeah, motherfucker! We doing it our way now!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way If you don't like it, hit the highway (Yeah, hit the highway, nigga! Get the fuck up outta here!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way We doing this our way (Yeah! Yeah! We doing it our way, like its fucking 'posed to be now! What!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way 'Til we hit hundred on the highway (Yeah, bitch! Crashin' the 5, the 6!) I think it's our way, I think it's our way [Bridge: Imam T.H.U.G.] 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 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