We're The Capones from Lombard. We are a 5-piece band: Russo singing, Mark … Read Full Bio ↴We're The Capones from Lombard. We are a 5-piece band: Russo singing, Mark and Marcin guitaring, Nick on the bass and Tyler on the drums.
We have 2 CD's that are basically un-released but we're in the process of getting sell-able CD's and t-shirts and all that good stuff made.
Russo (our singer) is enlisted in the Marines until the end of 2010, so we usually set up shows in the Chicago area when he's home on leave. Keep checking the page to see when the next show's gonna be!
If you want a copy of either of the CDs, or if you want to play with us at the next show, get in touch with us here or on Facebook.

Nobody Knows
The Capones Lyrics

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[Noreaga]
Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up
Take game, I got grabbed up
Asking me questions, interogating
The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan
Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this
I don't know shit, and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6
I'm confined to a small room

I celly off to my beeper, thought I had to sues
And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew
To take impostas, impalas and black sues
Big boys, and LL cues
I'm thinking like deep cover
I'm in too deep, like Donny Brasco
Who could be the asshole
I make sure the motherfucker don't last long
Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggas be
Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery
And the decision be, spill coffee
Who's on the beats I can't be locked up
They had evidence, make the scenery all dense
But it's Ok my lawyer will approach the bench

Chorus:
I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit
that's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz

Cause I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit
that's the way it is, you try to lock me up
Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz

[Capone]
Pop, they caught me off guard
I was stuck the beat shit fucked
I went down to my knees
And put out the trees
I sat down on the benches
He snuck his dog on my five senses
All I could hear was a walky talky saying "I got em"
I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em
We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin
I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read
Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens
Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it
Two asses from bail so they gave glances
It's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch
First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects
Man I forgot the machine they callin for
Fuck a message all they need is it playin back
I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat
With bums niggas who sell crack
Flippin off the the world

Chorus
[Maze]
It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily
My dogs got me off feet face me slow down
I'm like what the fuck the deal
He's like the shut the fuck up
We got evidence, we know the deal
They got tape confessions of your man
Whiping out your man
Key witness to the stands
I should have played yours
The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar
Same time Jake taking me out
Same line gonna try and fake me out
Sitting in the van pointing face out
Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan
Take em out, take em out, before the court day out
I won't say, but by tomorrow, I'm out
Nothing to say follow snitch
Lay low, and hollow him out
And pones is wilding too
Niggas like Maze got the same time as you

[Musaliny]
Walking down a half dee, snatch me up
Little g's no pad
These niggas gonna cuff me up
On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up
Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up
Asking me about shit I knew, but won't tell
Just you and Baby D, ain't nobody depending on me
Saying if I won't talk, I'll wait in the cell
They got evidence to leave me in jail
There's no time for this shit
Just sign the statement
If you snitching, you won't have to say shit
Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me
He try to pin me for murder
And a string of robberies
Plus you a ex-con send me to the book
Cause press on
Cash and bonds, they won't last very long

I know they frontin, they got nothing on me
I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something

Overall Meaning

The Capones' song "Nobody Knows" highlights the fear and mistrust individuals feel towards the police and the criminal justice system. The artists narrate their experiences of being questioned and accused of crimes they did not commit, with the police using all means possible to extract confessions. The lyrics are filled with powerful imagery, with references to Satan and Donny Brasco portraying the police as enemies of the people who must be outsmarted at all times.

The chorus of the song is incredibly impactful and straightforward, with the artists repeating that they do not know anything and have not seen anything. They refuse to provide information to the police to thwart their efforts to put them behind bars. The verses go on to provide glimpses into the harsh reality of life behind bars, where individuals are confined to small rooms and have to rely on beepers to communicate with the outside world. The song also highlights the culture of mistrust that exists in communities where drug dealing and other crimes are rampant, with the artists constantly watching their backs, even among their own crew.

One interesting fact about the song is that it was released in 2001, at the height of the war on drugs and the racial profiling of black and brown communities. The song speaks to the real experiences of people in these communities who feel persecuted by law enforcement agencies. Another interesting fact is that The Capones were a relatively short-lived duo, with only one album to their name, and "Nobody Knows" was one of their most popular releases.

The chords for the song are currently not available.

Line by Line Meaning

Yo, yo, yo, I'ma have to stand up
I need to defend myself

Take game, I got grabbed up
I got caught

Asking me questions, interogating
The police are questioning me

The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan
The police are being ruthless

Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this
The police are trying to get information out of me

I don't know shit, and hell no, I don't know 5 or 6
I don't have any information to give them

I'm confined to a small room
I'm in a small interrogation room

I celly off to my beeper, thought I had to sues
I'm trying to communicate with my lawyer

And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew
I'm worried about my crew

To take impostas, impalas and black sues
To focus on business as usual

Big boys, and LL cues
Illegal activities

I'm thinking like deep cover
I'm considering going undercover

I'm in too deep, like Donny Brasco
I'm in trouble

Who could be the asshole
Who betrayed us?

I make sure the motherfucker don't last long
I'll take care of them

Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggas be
I'll meet my friends with weapons

Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery
They will pay

And the decision be, spill coffee
It's time to act

Who's on the beats I can't be locked up
I need to protect myself by ensuring no one gets caught

They had evidence, make the scenery all dense
The evidence is stacked against us

But it's Ok my lawyer will approach the bench
My lawyer will handle it

I don't know nobody, and I ain't seen shit
I don't know anything

that's the way it is, you try to lock me up
This is how it always goes down when dealing with the police

Put me in cuffs, motherfucker hand in your benz
Don't try to arrest me, give me your car instead

Pop, they caught me off guard
I was surprised when they caught me

I was stuck the beat shit fucked
I was caught red-handed

I went down to my knees
I gave up

And put out the trees
I disposed of the drugs

He snuck his dog on my five senses
They used a K-9 unit to find more evidence

All I could hear was a walky talky saying "I got em"
The police were communicating with each other about me

I'm asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em
I'm being accused of murder

We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin
They have evidence like fingerprints and financial records

I ain't heard nuff yet, next day daily news read
I haven't heard the worst yet

Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens
I'm a suspect in a murder case in Queens

Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it
I have a low chance of winning my case

Two asses from bail so they gave glances
I can't afford bail

It's Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch
I have to spend the weekend in jail

First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects
I'll try to find a way to get out

Man I forgot the machine they callin for
I forgot my beeper

Fuck a message all they need is it playin back
I don't want to be caught communicating anything incriminating

I'm confined a 8 by 12 flat
I'm stuck in a jail cell

With bums niggas who sell crack
I'm with other criminals

Flippin off the the world
I'm angry at the situation

It's like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily
It's early in the morning and everything is quiet

My dogs got me off feet face me slow down
Someone has alerted me to be cautious

I'm like what the fuck the deal
I'm confused

He's like the shut the fuck up
Someone is telling me to be quiet

We got evidence, we know the deal
The police have evidence against me

They got tape confessions of your man
They have recorded confessions from someone in my crew

Whiping out your man
They are targeting someone in my crew

Key witness to the stands
There is a witness to testify against us

I should have played yours
I wish I had taken a different approach

The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar
I'll get the news to my family

Same time Jake taking me out
The police are arresting me

Same line gonna try and fake me out
The police will try to deceive me

Sitting in the van pointing face out
I'm being transported in a police van

Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan
I'll figure out a plan as soon as I can

Take em out, take em out, before the court day out
We need to take action before our court date

I won't say, but by tomorrow, I'm out
I won't snitch, but I'll find a way out

Nothing to say follow snitch
I won't say anything, but maybe someone else will snitch

Lay low, and hollow him out
I'll stay hidden and get rid of the incriminating evidence

And pones is wilding too
My crew is also causing trouble

Niggas like Maze got the same time as you
My friend and I are in the same situation

Walking down a half dee, snatch me up
The police caught me by surprise

Little g's no pad
I didn't have anything on me

These niggas gonna cuff me up
I'm getting arrested

On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up
Someone stayed back to search me

Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up
The radio communication is overwhelming

Asking me about shit I knew, but won't tell
They're asking me questions I won't answer

Just you and Baby D, ain't nobody depending on me
I don't have any dependents

Saying if I won't talk, I'll wait in the cell
If I don't talk, I'll stay in jail

They got evidence to leave me in jail
The evidence is strong against me

There's no time for this shit
I don't have time for this

Just sign the statement
Just sign the confession

If you snitching, you won't have to say shit
If you snitch, you won't have to confess

Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me
They're trying to trick me

He try to pin me for murder
They're trying to accuse me of murder

And a string of robberies
And other crimes

Plus you a ex-con send me to the book
My past criminal record is working against me

Cash and bonds, they won't last very long
I don't have enough money to get out

I know they frontin, they got nothing on me
I know they're pretending, they don't have evidence

I ain't saying shit, why these niggas saying something
I won't say anything, but my crew might confess

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KIAM HOLLEY, MICHAEL ALLEN, MICHAEL J. ALLEN, MUSA ABDULLAH, ROBERT HALL, ROBERT A. HALL, VICTOR SANTIAGO

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