Song Lyrics Cappadonna - Role of Ya Lifetime    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> C>> Cappadonna Singer Lyrics [Cappadonna other resources]>> Role of Ya Lifetime Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Cappadonna Music Title/Track: Role of Ya Lifetime Theme ID: 4613 Album: N/A f/ Solomon Childs [Intro: Cappadonna] Homicide Hill, S.I., New York City Slow your roll, it's my word Slap all ya niggaz, I hate ya'll Aiyo, aiyo [Cappadonna] These streets got the best of me, my lifestyle's corrupt It's jakes lookin' for Don, and I don't give a fuck Cuz my niggaz be on the block, ready to rock We got big bags of ready on us, one glock Feds makin' it hot, so I dipped off I smoke the ill idiot shit like Malakoff Me and my thug niggaz, too chipped off Staten Island be the land of the lost You can't front, you can't floss S.I. New York City, the burnt out apartments, the hallways that's gritty It's a pity we livin' this shit, cracks under my dick Feel my pain, if you know about this shit Dope in the toilet, money in the mattress We keep ratchets, and like niggaz up north, we fuck a fat bitch We eat octopus too, and we love the catfish [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] The building of the most powerful dynasty We not just any stars, whether you be a murderer Or maybe the world just never heard of you Go 'head and play it out, this the role of ya lifetime [Interlude: Solomon Childs (Cappadonna)] Shoot 'em up shit, nigga, shoot 'em up shit, nigga (Yeah bitch), yeah all up in your voicebox nigga [Cappadonna] Yo, all ya'll bitch ass muthafuckas, ya'll ain't shit You actin' like you can't happen til I pop the clip Have your girl suckin' my dick, run in your crib and take chips You don't know me, I don't fuck around with ya'll, homie You can't hold me, fake ass niggaz owe me Big Don from the group home Sittin' on the front stoop smokin' a bone All ya'll hatin' ass niggaz, get one in your dome Or I'm up in the studio, playin' the phone I put hits on your fam, dog, now you alone So why you just not popular yet, I grab my tech And run around the blocks and demand respect It's the who? Nigga, Jay Bird, that's my word I leave your body in the dollar van, your brains on the curb Staten Island niggaz be the most superb Laid back in the joint, just be smokin' the herb [Chorus 2X] Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Sweet Love, The Grits, War Rats, We Got This, We Know, Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance, Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance, Young Hearts, Milk The Cow, Dart Throwing, Supa Ninjaz, ABROAD AS I WAS WALKING, Aint No Sunshine, Aint No Sunshine (When Hes Gone), Aint No Sunshine, Aint No Sunshine (When Hes Gone), Back in Your Life, Be My Baby, Busted Up, Can You Feel It Baby, Come On Up And Dance, Do You Run Away Now, Dont Be Proud, Dont Be Proud, Enough Is Enough, Gimme The Power, Hey Paluppa, I Dont Need Another You, I Need Your Love, Move It Up, Move on Baby, Music and Harmony, Shake Your Body, Take Me Away, Tell Me the Way, The Big Beat, Throwin Away, Throwin Away, Turn It Up and Down, Turn It Up Down, U & Me, U Got 2 Let the Music, U Me, U Took My Heart, U Tore My World Apart, Walking Away, War in Heaven, What I Gotta Do, You Turn Me On, Dir Mama, Other Cappadonna song Lyrics 96 Recreation (demo) Lyrics 97 Mentality Lyrics Anotha Riddle Lyrics Big Business Lyrics Black Boy Lyrics Blood Brothers Lyrics Blood On Blood War Lyrics Bread Of Life Lyrics Broken Glass Lyrics 96 Recreation (demo) Lyrics 97 Mentality Lyrics ...Show All Other Artists Cappadonna F/ Method Man Lyrics Cappadonna F/ Method Man, Raekwon The Chef Lyrics Cappadonna F/ Method Man, U-God Lyrics cappella Lyrics Cappuccino Lyrics Caprice Lyrics Capris Lyrics Capt Barkey Lyrics Captain Lyrics Captain & Tennille Lyrics All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are strictly for educational purposes only. lyricstrue.net Copyright © 2005-2007 All Rights Reserved., , Privacy policy