With that album, he became an official member of the Wu-Tang Killa Beez, and from there on out, he frequently appeared on Wu records. In 1996, he played a large role on Ghostface Killah's Ironman.
During 1997, his Wu affiliation continued, as he rapped on the Clan's second album, Wu-Tang Forever.
Cappadonna's solo debut, The Pillage, finally appeared in March 1998. Like any Wu project, the record featured RZA as the executive producer and cameos from a number of other Wu members, including Method Man, U-God, Ghostface Killah, and Raekwon. As the sixth Wu solo project, the album was an instant success upon its release, debuting at number three on the charts.
A sophomore effort, The Yin and the Yang, followed in early 2001. His third and latest album, The Struggle, was released on Code:Red in 2003.
The MC remained active in the following years releasing mix-CDs, doing tours and joining Ghostface Killah’s Theodore Unit. But his official comeback came at the end of 2007 on the Wu-Tang Clan’s fifth studio album 8 Diagrams. Cappa blessed the opening cut with an extraordinary verse and showed up on two other songs.
Cappadonna inked a deal with new indie label Chambermusik Records/Koch in 2008. Old and new fans have been asking for new Cappadonna ever since and on January 27, 2009, their wait will be over with the release of Slang Prostitution.
Power To The Peso
Cappadonna Lyrics
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Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya'll know what it is, man
I told ya'll, huh? I didn't? Watch this one, though (Goon Squad!)
Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out
They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out
I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would
Yes, Lord, it's all good, you know I hustle
In the tanktop with no muscle, all in the hood
And roll dice by the elevator, and post up
And wait there, if he comin' in, dog, gotta wait til later
I squeeze off, ease off from the nine milly
And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!"
And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me
Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly
Danger, danger, ain't nothin' change but space
Ask Space and Daxe, in how they manage
And how I do damage, fuck takin' flicks for cameras
You know them bandanas, run with them clip bananas
I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana
Plus these labels exec's come in a calm manner
N.S.Beezy, I stay easy
Fuck what ya'll niggas is talkin', I'm off the heezy
In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares
Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears
Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend
Niggas stand up, Staten Island, rip you and ya mans up
Hands up, yeah, kid, it's the real
Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal
Coke in the bill, weapons appeal, do what ya feel
From Park Hill to Jungle Nillz
So much that we gotta pay the bills
Give us the cream or get killed
Goon Squad!
Aiyo, my jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey
With a, rock in his ear, two chips in his tooth
No cuff', I throw the ol' joint off the roof
It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth
Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+
The same four quarters in +the game+, I got change
Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen
See, Cash Rules Everything, lord, I need C.R.E.A.M.
Gotta team that could elbow out the meat cooler
I'm a hustler, I could sell a brick to a jeweler
Off your front porch, g off ya back deck
This me, Lounge and the team, we dishin' up the projects
We killas as sharp as knives
Work for hire, special key be the paralyzer
Got my own killa slang and dancers
Certain hammers for certain circumstances
These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean?
I took the advances and bulletproofed the Suburbans
No handouts, stay earnin' mine
The hood hate to see a nigga shine and now I know
That a ho gon' always be a ho
And 23's can't fit on a '98 Tahoe
And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo
The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow
My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo
The feds could of never caught 'Cino
P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!
The lyrics to Cappadonna's "Power To The Peso" are about life in the streets, hustling for money and respect. Cappadonna talks about how he is a real hood, unlike other people who fake it, and he is not afraid to confront those people. He talks about how he and his crew wait for people to come into the building, and if they are not supposed to be there, they shoot them. He emphasizes that he is on the hunt for big money, and he doesn't care who he has to get it from. He also talks about how he has been raped as a child, and he mentions several pop culture references to show that he is not impressed by them.
In essence, the song is about the harsh realities of life on the streets, where violence, drugs, and crime lurk around every corner. Cappadonna delivers his message with raw and powerful lyrics that paint a vivid picture of street life, while also revealing his own struggles and battles.
Line by Line Meaning
Aiyo, I know niggas that get dusted and wild out
I know guys who do a lot of drugs and act crazy
They foul out, talk to the cops and play they style out
They get caught, cooperate with the police and act phony
Me? I'm real hood, and them niggas that was fakin' before
I'm from the streets and those guys who were pretending to be tough aren't
I take they jaws, cuz Lord, I wish they would
I would beat them up if they tried to mess with me
And my niggas be like, "Watch how he whine, Billy!"
My friends will comment on how the person I shoot acts before they die
And for the record, these niggas gotta come kill me
I won't be taken out without a fight
Where I'm at, in the Hill, by the Ooh, silly
I'm in Hill by the Ooh and it's obvious
I'm on the hunt for the big dough to stick Santana
I'm trying to make a lot of money like Carlos Santana
N.S.Beezy, I stay easy
I'm N.S.Beezy and I keep things simple
In the hood, you get fake hugs and cold stares
People in the neighborhood act friendly but they really don't like you
Heat holdin' niggas with the apple colored wears
People with red clothes carry guns
Try'nna get them greens, premature niggas get knocked out and dope fiend
People who try to get money quickly get hurt or hooked on drugs
Rough necks on this side, cats makin' a deal
There are tough guys and business people here
So much that we gotta pay the bills
There's a lot going on and we have to support ourselves
My jewels so chunky, I got a brass monkey
My jewelry is large and noticeable
It's a new year, I'm layin' new words in the booth
I'm writing new lyrics for the new year
Fuck "The Truth", I'm "The Reason" why rap needs to +change+
The rap industry needs to change and I'm one of the reasons why
Nickles and dimes, rhymes, styles of Beneen
I have a variety of rhymes and styles
Got my own killa slang and dancers
I have my own unique language and dancers
Certain hammers for certain circumstances
I have different weapons for different situations
These the roads of Allah's deed, knawhatimean?
These are the streets of Allah's work, you know what I'm saying?
And ain't no superstars comin' off Apollo
Nobody's becoming a superstar from the Apollo Theater
The chicks around the way frontin' with tongue rings, don't swallow
The girls in the neighborhood who wear tongue rings are being fake
My mind was raped as a child, Rocky could of never beat Apollo
I had a traumatic experience as a kid and Rocky Balboa couldn't have beaten Apollo Creed
The feds could of never caught 'Cino
The government couldn't have caught me
P. Diddy would of never fell for a bird like J.Lo, power to the peso, nigga!
Diddy wouldn't have dated Jennifer Lopez and I support the Mexican currency, dude!
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