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  • [intro][joe mafia]
  • Shit, pass the clubs it over here
  • *****, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft
  • Get the ***** up nigga, no doubt
  • Niggas got napolean down
  • Gassed their whole scene
  • [napolean]
  • Yo, trial of the century, nosy *****es came from 50 states
  • Fans walked in with ten video tapes
  • Imma 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 ***** wounds that dialeted
  • Murder cases, some foul and some fixed
  • Wu-syndicate, we never leave finger prints
  • Chorus- myalansky
  • Tonight we gonna murder, cant leave no fingerprints
  • Twist the silencer off, myalansky, napolean
  • Call my man joe mafia, suit up we goin in
  • Shisty cant leave no traces and shit
  • We barkin here
  • [joe mafia]
  • We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out
  • Who thugged his back out? I cant see him
  • One of the cats shot the lights out
  • Bacup, pick the gat up, myalansky
  • I cant see gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun
  • Turn around son, blow we bust one
  • So close it almost touched him
  • You aight son? I got this
  • He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?
  • They trying to leave a nigga rockless
  • When he came into the spot though
  • Watching polio get dough
  • They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
  • We made our way out, with the flame out
  • With x amount, and the crack house stayin on point
  • Who thugged his back out?
  • Chorus
  • [myalansky]
  • Tonight nigga, thens when we gettin them, said to napolean
  • Meet with joe mafia first, and then we rollin in
  • Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers
  • Shh! there go them niggas, come on lets follow them
  • Pollyin, uppin at lex within the prodigy
  • You ***** with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
  • Damn that ***** fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
  • Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them
  • Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him
  • Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
  • Though we never forget their ass
  • Stash the burners, no fingerprints
  • No rust say shit, routine, go head
  • Chorus

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