Grand Royal
[Capone] (Noreaga)Primo! (Premier!)CNN (CNN, Channel 10 hah)You thought we wasn't gonna do it again nigga?(We gotta do it again, y'heard?)It's history in the making baby(Once again, historia)Back to the motherfucking game![Noreaga]Aiyyo it started from "The War Report", talked about the war we foughtSlime got locked and came home to "The Reunion"Eight years later, new religion of communionChannel 10, and once again keep your TVs onYouTube distributed, iPhone equipped with itMySpace can get with it, beef gone, did your bidI mean digital, lifetime criminalI feel invincible, I feel invisibleCause you niggas can't see where I come fromThe diddy-dum, the gun where you run fromN.O.R. basically with 'Pone make greatfullyMusic, I think you dudes should be thanking meThe hole in the gap man, we done filledAnd it's only been a drought cause Primo chilledBut stick up kids still out to taxAnd them damn gas prices need to fucking relax[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches]"CNN", "CNN""CNN, we're like the Grand Royal""CNN", "CNN""The Reunion, a brand new cut""CNN", "CNN""We're like the Grand Royal""On the microphone, word up"[Capone]Yeah, yo, see money is power, power put the fear in a nigga heartA high school dropout but I'm mainly trigger smartEinstein of the corner, I learned to cold tradeLow fade, half-moon park to get mo' paidTake a walk with me, all white Air One Nikes onThrough the land of gun slingers and pipe donsI'm parallel to hell with ice on, stones is canaryA thousand pennyweights of the Virgin MaryI draw that big burner, might cause a solar eclipseA true thug's prophecy, money over a bitchGet consignment on a ki', that's hitting that hood lottoDo right by your niggas, bet nothing but good followTip your glass up, salute and have a toast to your enemiesEvery nigga locked in the pen is a kin to meCrowding at 9-5, I don't need no problem with troopersCause they even do you dirty with money like Frank Lucas[Chorus][Noreaga]The recession got niggas wilding out on the maxAnd the mediums in regular jails is cold factsAnd niggas back home ain't doing good eitherThey foreclosed on homes, no home grown neitherNow everybody hurting, walk around with the zombie faceHit the marines or hit the army place[Capone]Aiyyo I bang Rugers, used to have a fetish for revolversTill I squeezed off the MAC-10, it made me heartlessGang bangers love me, throw it up like they nauseousBitches say I'm gorgeous, now they say I'm lawlessI'm a true heat holder, gun toter, keep cocaAnd turn them feet skinny like Al Roker, yeah[Chorus]