Capone - Getaway free for downloading

Lyrics

Weeks on the road, writing songs again Getaway, i dont sweat that
Weeks on the road, rappers tryin to take my streets
Recline and watch you rappers fold, i got the scene on hold Capone, i just wanna get away sometimes
Rappers tryin to take my streets, movin a crowd, say when i get back she gonna give me the doe
windy city gotta pocket for real
It sure feels good to have a little shine, rocked many shows
Homies in the hood askin where you been, now she got-a couple hundred g s to count, walkin into the club with a brand new nine

I dont sweat that, hands on the wood
So real ermano, say when i get back she gonna give me the doe
I got the scene on hold, money on my mind
Out in chicago on a two night deal, another rap hit for my mexicans Capone, weeks on the road
got my kids blowin up they re daddys cell phone
i ve been in it for years
All the hard times never did me in, writing songs again

blood sweatin tears
an og gotta get away sometimes
Alot of people hate me cause i always win, v.i.p where girls is fine Getaway, it sure feels good to have a little shine
All the hard times never did me in, weeks on the road, blood sweatin tears
Put it down on the microphone, now she got-a couple hundred g s to count Getaway, all the hard times never did me in
Aint gonna dance if the song aint mine, i got the scene on hold
blood sweatin tears

spittin to ya hoe
On the two way, made alot of freinds Getaway, hands on the wood
Need-a-lay back, movin a crowd Capone, that steelo chicano
Need-a-lay back, copped a couple ends Capone, rappers tryin to take my streets
Recline and watch you rappers fold, it s been alot of years
v.i.p where girls is fine
Got a three piece for you hatin vatos, sittin on the floor drink a couple of 24 s, chucks to the throttle

Now im at the dealer ship coppin a benz, an og gotta get away sometimes, six in the morning yo im back on the road homes
i got the scene on hold
an og gotta get away sometimes
All the cris for all the g s that died, no body guards man that aint fly
All the hard times never did me in, chucks to the throttle, rocked many shows
Sittin on the floor drink a couple of 24 s, brand new house with a pool inside, windy city gotta pocket for real
six in the morning yo im back on the road homes

Watched em come and go and im still here, now its off to the club with a crissed out bachos yo
No body guards man that aint fly, now its off to the club with a crissed out bachos yo
Back on the bus, i rep mexicano real pesado got my bonita on my lado, so real ermano
Watched em come and go and im still here, i ve been in it for years Getaway, so real ermano
Gotta couple more million to fold, i dont sweat that
another rap hit for my mexicans
Gotta alot of money cause i gotta-lotta rhyme, six in the morning yo im back on the road homes

Made alot of freinds, sittin on the floor drink a couple of 24 s
Weeks on the road, back on the bus
that steelo chicano
out in chicago on a two night deal
Think i just roll in my 6 4, weeks on the road
On the two way, writing songs again
Homies in the hood askin where you been, blood sweatin tears

i gotta couple more deals before im back home
I aint seen mine, six in the morning yo im back on the road homes
Money on my mind, it s been alot of years
Now its off to the club with a crissed out bachos yo, out in chicago on a two night deal
Now she got-a couple hundred g s to count, i ve been in it for years