Like the Italians, I take whatever I desire No cowards, just brains and power in my empire
I'm Al Capone, you more like Sam Giacona,, no mob movie, this is real life
Need you to follow, I'm all in Making a fortune, extortions
Casinos out in Vegas, the feds making me nauseous This court shit, abborted, the four-fifths
Coming up with plans on how to become more rich Living by the code of silence, whoever the loudest
Get his ass f*cked by a mop stick, record it Send it to his mama to watch it
No nonsense, the most violent, we wildin' And we got the bitches, dressed in no clothes
Ready to get the business, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Getting my dick sucked longer than I remember Granting death wishes, aKs for Christmas
Cursed my mama for not aborting this killer I hung up my thieves, studied the way they scheme
Never trust a soul, cause hunger can turn to greed
Make mine bleed, yours bleed, nah mean? Just get the work, the money, and jewelry
Now let's get the business, it's 36 ounces The square root of six, we moving in six
So everybody get a split 60 grand in cash, everybody getting 10
Except for one dude, I left his ass stiff Try to tuck a rollie, was my roadie
Till I showed em, playing with fire, you would get burnt flea
Thirsty, sitting back, I'm pissed It was only a brick, now ain't that some weak shit
Petty, knowing that jail time is heavy My rap sheet is long, I get caught, I'm buried
I just copped a Chevy Camaro, De Niro's the same color of lettuce
You get the message, wipe down the weapons Empty out the safe, kill all involved
Everybody be replaced, call Lil Meet me on the 8 at 8
Bring razor blades and plates Nigga don't be late, the new commission
The way I got in was shisty Don't like me, the sound of gunshots
And blood splashes, excites me Most likely, karma gon' come and bite me
But like me, I f*cked and call her wifey Politely, she called me by my government
Just got word, I'm being watched, some undercover prick
Call zay banga, tell him bring out the rubber grips
Saw off, Mac-10s, Techs, all that other shit
We going to war for sure, kick in the door Make his bitch strip to her thungs
Make her call him up on the phone, tell him come home
Soon as he hit the door, it was on, you know that song
Banga got the job done proper, dreadlocked twoine
You know that nigga think he a rasta At the table sippin' on vodka, eatin' lobster
Me, Shizzy, Switchy, and Kong, how they gon' stop us
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Like the Italians, I take whatever I desire No cowards, just brains and power in my empire
I'm Al Capone, you more like Sam Giacona,, no mob movie, this is real life
Need you to follow, I'm all in Making a fortune, extortions
Casinos out in Vegas, the feds making me nauseous This court shit, abborted, the four-fifths
Coming up with plans on how to become more rich Living by the code of silence, whoever the loudest
Get his ass f*cked by a mop stick, record it Send it to his mama to watch it
No nonsense, the most violent, we wildin' And we got the bitches, dressed in no clothes
Ready to get the business, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Getting my dick sucked longer than I remember Granting death wishes, aKs for Christmas
Cursed my mama for not aborting this killer I hung up my thieves, studied the way they scheme
Never trust a soul, cause hunger can turn to greed
Make mine bleed, yours bleed, nah mean? Just get the work, the money, and jewelry
Now let's get the business, it's 36 ounces The square root of six, we moving in six
So everybody get a split 60 grand in cash, everybody getting 10
Except for one dude, I left his ass stiff Try to tuck a rollie, was my roadie
Till I showed em, playing with fire, you would get burnt flea
Thirsty, sitting back, I'm pissed It was only a brick, now ain't that some weak shit
Petty, knowing that jail time is heavy My rap sheet is long, I get caught, I'm buried
I just copped a Chevy Camaro, De Niro's the same color of lettuce
You get the message, wipe down the weapons Empty out the safe, kill all involved
Everybody be replaced, call Lil Meet me on the 8 at 8
Bring razor blades and plates Nigga don't be late, the new commission
The way I got in was shisty Don't like me, the sound of gunshots
And blood splashes, excites me Most likely, karma gon' come and bite me
But like me, I f*cked and call her wifey Politely, she called me by my government
Just got word, I'm being watched, some undercover prick
Call zay banga, tell him bring out the rubber grips
Saw off, Mac-10s, Techs, all that other shit
We going to war for sure, kick in the door Make his bitch strip to her thungs
Make her call him up on the phone, tell him come home
Soon as he hit the door, it was on, you know that song
Banga got the job done proper, dreadlocked twoine
You know that nigga think he a rasta At the table sippin' on vodka, eatin' lobster
Me, Shizzy, Switchy, and Kong, how they gon' stop us
I'm Al Capone, you more like Sam Giacona,, no mob movie, this is real life
Need you to follow, I'm all in Making a fortune, extortions
Casinos out in Vegas, the feds making me nauseous This court shit, abborted, the four-fifths
Coming up with plans on how to become more rich Living by the code of silence, whoever the loudest
Get his ass f*cked by a mop stick, record it Send it to his mama to watch it
No nonsense, the most violent, we wildin' And we got the bitches, dressed in no clothes
Ready to get the business, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Getting my dick sucked longer than I remember Granting death wishes, aKs for Christmas
Cursed my mama for not aborting this killer I hung up my thieves, studied the way they scheme
Never trust a soul, cause hunger can turn to greed
Make mine bleed, yours bleed, nah mean? Just get the work, the money, and jewelry
Now let's get the business, it's 36 ounces The square root of six, we moving in six
So everybody get a split 60 grand in cash, everybody getting 10
Except for one dude, I left his ass stiff Try to tuck a rollie, was my roadie
Till I showed em, playing with fire, you would get burnt flea
Thirsty, sitting back, I'm pissed It was only a brick, now ain't that some weak shit
Petty, knowing that jail time is heavy My rap sheet is long, I get caught, I'm buried
I just copped a Chevy Camaro, De Niro's the same color of lettuce
You get the message, wipe down the weapons Empty out the safe, kill all involved
Everybody be replaced, call Lil Meet me on the 8 at 8
Bring razor blades and plates Nigga don't be late, the new commission
The way I got in was shisty Don't like me, the sound of gunshots
And blood splashes, excites me Most likely, karma gon' come and bite me
But like me, I f*cked and call her wifey Politely, she called me by my government
Just got word, I'm being watched, some undercover prick
Call zay banga, tell him bring out the rubber grips
Saw off, Mac-10s, Techs, all that other shit
We going to war for sure, kick in the door Make his bitch strip to her thungs
Make her call him up on the phone, tell him come home
Soon as he hit the door, it was on, you know that song
Banga got the job done proper, dreadlocked twoine
You know that nigga think he a rasta At the table sippin' on vodka, eatin' lobster
Me, Shizzy, Switchy, and Kong, how they gon' stop us
Writer: Charles Seymore
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