Get Away from the Door Lyrics
| Song | Get Away from the Door |
| Artist | Cappadonna |
| Album | The Struggle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Filler | |
| (feat. Inspectah Deck) | |
| (Intro: Cappadonna) | |
| Yo! Get away from the door | |
| Everybody get the ****** 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 ******, slide with me | |
| If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me | |
| Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain | |
| Crackheads goin' insane | |
| Marlo stuck ****** in his vein, lift him up | |
| Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up | |
| It get ugly and ******t, why it gotta be this? | |
| We came a long way, ****** cheaters | |
| We don't wanna bust the Heaterz | |
| No speakin' on the phone, we don't trust receivers (yeah) | |
| Park Hill be the real ******z and Don' Divas (it ain't over, it just begun) | |
| (Chorus: Inspectah Deck) | |
| Enough of your bull******t, my ******z'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 | |
| ******z should know by now, ******z 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, ******z carryin' ice picks | |
| Sometimes, ******z we do crimes, I ain't gotta tell you | |
| ******z throwin' up signs, ******z ******pped to Bellview | |
| Son, don't let coke dog smell you | |
| Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you | |
| Skate, ******, 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 ******z 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 ******z that respect dough | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Outro: Cappadonna (sample)) | |
| It's my world! | |
| ****** up... stick 'em! Ugh.. | |
| 2-4, Graveyard ******ft | |
| (The names and the faces have changed | |
| But the game, is still the same...) |
| zuo ci : Filler | |
| feat. Inspectah Deck | |
| Intro: Cappadonna | |
| Yo! Get away from the door | |
| Everybody get the 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 , slide with me | |
| If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me | |
| Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain | |
| Crackheads goin' insane | |
| Marlo stuck in his vein, lift him up | |
| Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up | |
| It get ugly and t, why it gotta be this? | |
| We came a long way, cheaters | |
| We don' t wanna bust the Heaterz | |
| No speakin' on the phone, we don' t trust receivers yeah | |
| Park Hill be the real z and Don' Divas it ain' t over, it just begun | |
| Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
| Enough of your bull t, my z' 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 | |
| z should know by now, z 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, z carryin' ice picks | |
| Sometimes, z we do crimes, I ain' t gotta tell you | |
| z throwin' up signs, z pped to Bellview | |
| Son, don' t let coke dog smell you | |
| Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you | |
| Skate, , 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 z 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 z that respect dough | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: Cappadonna sample | |
| It' s my world! | |
| up... stick ' em! Ugh.. | |
| 24, Graveyard ft | |
| The names and the faces have changed | |
| But the game, is still the same... |
| zuò cí : Filler | |
| feat. Inspectah Deck | |
| Intro: Cappadonna | |
| Yo! Get away from the door | |
| Everybody get the 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 , slide with me | |
| If the feds start lookin' for Don, survive with me | |
| Experience my ill pain, the broke windows in the rain | |
| Crackheads goin' insane | |
| Marlo stuck in his vein, lift him up | |
| Bodies in the back of the hood, stiffen up | |
| It get ugly and t, why it gotta be this? | |
| We came a long way, cheaters | |
| We don' t wanna bust the Heaterz | |
| No speakin' on the phone, we don' t trust receivers yeah | |
| Park Hill be the real z and Don' Divas it ain' t over, it just begun | |
| Chorus: Inspectah Deck | |
| Enough of your bull t, my z' 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 | |
| z should know by now, z 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, z carryin' ice picks | |
| Sometimes, z we do crimes, I ain' t gotta tell you | |
| z throwin' up signs, z pped to Bellview | |
| Son, don' t let coke dog smell you | |
| Run if you packin' something, do what I tell you | |
| Skate, , 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 z 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 z that respect dough | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: Cappadonna sample | |
| It' s my world! | |
| up... stick ' em! Ugh.. | |
| 24, Graveyard ft | |
| The names and the faces have changed | |
| But the game, is still the same... |
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