| Lyrics: | [Intro][Joe Mafia]
Shit, pass the clubs it over here
Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was
soft
Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt
Niggas got Napolean down
Gassed their whole
scene
[Napolean]
Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states
Fans
walked in with ten video tapes
I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three
years
Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear
Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous
hitman
Took both families out for a hundred grand
Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the
alles
With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions
Murder plots, target it to what
this fat cat from Miami,
Who flexed gold just on his Lex
But on one night, threw Rec Poison
on his eye sight
Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes
He survived though, but
snitched like Sammy Grivana
Game info about this chick named Tiwanna
Who test about killin
and needle, shootin villains
Underground stash location with six million
To take, revail
straight mafia shit
Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick
He paid the judge off,
but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted
Murder cases, some
foul and some fixed
Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints
Chorus-
Myalansky
Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints
Twist the silencer off,
Myalansky, Napolean
Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in
Shisty can't leave no traces
and shit
We barkin here
[Joe Mafia]
We in the crime scenes, straight shoot
out
Who thugged his back out? I can't see him
One of the cats shot the lights out
Bacup,
pick the gat up, Myalansky
I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun
Turn
around son, bl |
