Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone… Read Full Bio ↴Capone-N-Noreaga (C-N-N for short) is a hip hop duo that consists of Capone (Kiam Holley) and N.O.R.E. (Victor Santiago). The two grew up in the housing projects of Queensbridge and Lefrak City (both in Queens, New York), and met each other in jail in 1992 while doing kitchen duty.
In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.
After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.
In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.
In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.
In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.
After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.
In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.
In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.
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Capone-N-Noreaga Lyrics
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L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from Queens
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move quickly, yo, the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month, son, chop the weight
Break the law and got a score like before
Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding
Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
Black mask stole a ride to avoid up north
Jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see him
But nine out of ten niggas wouldn't wanna be him
Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem
Per diem, per diem, per diem
A-yo this rap shit is ill, kid you make mad dough but still
Hit your crew off so they can sling krills
Show some love kid ain't no selfish shit here
(One love to that nigga Marley Marl)
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta' town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta' town
Cos we coming from Queens it
I'm in too deep, losing sleep I can't call it
In love with this drug shit, loyal and all for it
What's a nigga to do, with no cash, and twenty-two?
Take it, or find out the best way to make it fast
My man's raking cash, fuck being lieutenant
I'm in it to win it so it might just take a minute
To gain grams, put my game plan in action
Ways to make it happen, today's to get the Jackson
Once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
Stop my funds, I got guns to cripple sons
What's the use of heat, with no dough to flee the street
Caught a case with no trace of end, you're dead meat
Legal aid type of route'll have you shipped in greens
Ten thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
Game is deeper than the sea itself
Agile moves that make fragile crews deflate under pressure
Take it to the next measure with all pleasure
And stack treasure, cheddar, illegal life forever
(Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather)
Been on this planet for twenty-five years and still strong
The world's rotten like the veins in my father's arm
I remain calm, study Islam, read the Torah
World going in flames like Sodom and Gomorrah
Niggas dried up, laying in the box from the virus
Commercial thugs try to bust gats at the livest
This life of crime only will shine real survivors
Y'all half-way niggas, I advise you not to try this
So brace yourself before you get yourself laced
Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface
La ilaha illallah illallah
You're fucking with the God that's Gomar Oz Dubar
Official, my missile rips through your bone gristle
While you sneak thieving niggas get locked and blow the whistle
For the jake, my mouthpiece remains minute
Team made my bail, scooped me up in the Lex Coupe
Now I'm out, back to the galaxy of Queens
In between the crime scenes serving fans like fiends
Fiends, fiends, fiends, so it seems
Eternally, the game reverse and burn me
My man turned state's and took the one to three
Snitching on me, how could it be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I got hit with double life bid
From the stress, my head throbbing like a tumor
Its one o'clock, make a salaat, I catch Jumu'ah
Lay down my towel slide off my suede Pumas
The rumors spread around the jail like that
Been down for six joints holding down this flat
Latin Kings do they thing, ice pick for gat
Trying to lay my God Body cats all on they back
But never that
Yo, QBC, Two-Five and Mobb Deep
Mami, rest in peace
In sha'Allah
One love to that nigga Marley Marl
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move quickly, yo, the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month, son, chop the weight
Break the law and got a score like before
Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding
Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
Black mask stole a ride to avoid up north
Jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see him
But nine out of ten niggas wouldn't wanna be him
Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem
Per diem, per diem, per diem
A-yo this rap shit is ill, kid you make mad dough but still
Hit your crew off so they can sling krills
Show some love kid ain't no selfish shit here
(One love to that nigga Marley Marl)
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta' town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta' town
Cos we coming from Queens it
I'm in too deep, losing sleep I can't call it
In love with this drug shit, loyal and all for it
What's a nigga to do, with no cash, and twenty-two?
Take it, or find out the best way to make it fast
My man's raking cash, fuck being lieutenant
I'm in it to win it so it might just take a minute
To gain grams, put my game plan in action
Ways to make it happen, today's to get the Jackson
Once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
Stop my funds, I got guns to cripple sons
What's the use of heat, with no dough to flee the street
Caught a case with no trace of end, you're dead meat
Legal aid type of route'll have you shipped in greens
Ten thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
Game is deeper than the sea itself
Agile moves that make fragile crews deflate under pressure
Take it to the next measure with all pleasure
And stack treasure, cheddar, illegal life forever
(Yeah all together, like a butter soft leather)
Been on this planet for twenty-five years and still strong
The world's rotten like the veins in my father's arm
I remain calm, study Islam, read the Torah
World going in flames like Sodom and Gomorrah
Niggas dried up, laying in the box from the virus
Commercial thugs try to bust gats at the livest
This life of crime only will shine real survivors
Y'all half-way niggas, I advise you not to try this
So brace yourself before you get yourself laced
Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface
La ilaha illallah illallah
You're fucking with the God that's Gomar Oz Dubar
Official, my missile rips through your bone gristle
While you sneak thieving niggas get locked and blow the whistle
For the jake, my mouthpiece remains minute
Team made my bail, scooped me up in the Lex Coupe
Now I'm out, back to the galaxy of Queens
In between the crime scenes serving fans like fiends
Fiends, fiends, fiends, so it seems
Eternally, the game reverse and burn me
My man turned state's and took the one to three
Snitching on me, how could it be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I got hit with double life bid
From the stress, my head throbbing like a tumor
Its one o'clock, make a salaat, I catch Jumu'ah
Lay down my towel slide off my suede Pumas
The rumors spread around the jail like that
Been down for six joints holding down this flat
Latin Kings do they thing, ice pick for gat
Trying to lay my God Body cats all on they back
But never that
Yo, QBC, Two-Five and Mobb Deep
Mami, rest in peace
In sha'Allah
One love to that nigga Marley Marl
L.a. L.A. Big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. Ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
Cos we coming from Queens it gets down
The lyrics to "L.A. L.A." by Capone-N-Noreaga featuring Mobb Deep and Tragedy Khadafi discuss the contrast between the glamour and allure of Los Angeles (L.A.) as a big city of dreams and the harsh reality that lies beneath the surface. The song warns that not everything is as it seems in L.A., and outsiders may get fooled if they come from out of town. The artists, coming from Queens, emphasize their own street credibility and their ability to navigate the treacherous landscape of L.A.
The lyrics touch upon various themes, including street life, crime, drug dealing, loyalty, and the pursuit of wealth and success. The verses depict the experiences and perspectives of different individuals involved in illicit activities, highlighting the consequences they face and the struggles they encounter. The lyrics also reference cultural and religious influences, like Islam and the Torah, as well as personal challenges and betrayals.
Overall, "L.A. L.A." provides a cautionary tale about the dangers and harsh realities of street life and the underground world of crime, juxtaposing the dreamlike image of L.A. with the darker underbelly that exists beneath the surface.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kiam Holley, Victor Santiago, Melvin Glover, Sylvia (usa) Robinson, Edward G. Fletcher, Griffin, Reginald D, Albert
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@MrSmokeytehbear
Imagine growing up in an era where gems like this dropped everyday
@stephenm8725
it was sweet man. grew up on these gems
@shakagod3779
Top comment. I guess we're showing how old we all are now .
Happy days.
@stop....hammertime
I did
@notanindianscammer7594
Didn't have to imagine
@nmerek
The real era
@martonnagy7988
I miss these Hip Hop beats
@EliasX
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfCvzwvHQu8 you still miss em..?
@cain2927
Everybody does
@jm-jm7yl
Yep shit ain’t raw like this these days