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[Intro][Joe Mafia]<br />Shit, pass the clubs it over here<br />Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft<br />Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt<br />Niggas got Napolean down<br />Gassed their whole scene<br /><br />[Napolean]<br />Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states<br />Fans walked in with ten video tapes<br />I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years<br />Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear<br />Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman<br />Took both families out for a hundred grand<br />Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles<br />With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions<br />Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,<br />Who flexed gold just on his Lex<br />But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight<br />Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes<br />He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana<br />Game info about this chick named Tiwanna<br />Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains<br />Underground stash location with six million<br />To take, revail straight mafia shit<br />Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick<br />He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated<br />Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted<br />Murder cases, some foul and some fixed<br />Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints<br /><br />Chorus- Myalansky<br />Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints<br />Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean<br />Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in<br />Shisty can't leave no traces and shit<br />We barkin here<br /><br />[Joe Mafia]<br />We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out<br />Who thugged his back out? I can't see him<br />One of the cats shot the lights out<br />Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky<br />I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun<br />Turn around son, blow we bust one<br />So close it almost touched him<br />You aight son? I got this<br />He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?<br />They trying to leave a nigga rockless<br />When he came into the spot though<br />Watching Polio get dough<br />They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door<br />We made our way out, with the flame out<br />With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point<br />Who thugged his back out?<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[Myalansky]<br />Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean<br />Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in<br />Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers<br />Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them<br />Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy<br />You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him<br />Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars<br />Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them<br />Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him<br />Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid<br />Though we never forget their ass<br />Stash the burners, no fingerprints<br />No rust say shit, routine, go head<br /><br />Chorus
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[Intro][Joe Mafia]<br />Shit, pass the clubs it over here<br />Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft<br />Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt<br />Niggas got Napolean down<br />Gassed their whole scene<br /><br />[Napolean]<br />Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states<br />Fans walked in with ten video tapes<br />I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years<br />Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear<br />Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman<br />Took both families out for a hundred grand<br />Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles<br />With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions<br />Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,<br />Who flexed gold just on his Lex<br />But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight<br />Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes<br />He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana<br />Game info about this chick named Tiwanna<br />Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains<br />Underground stash location with six million<br />To take, revail straight mafia shit<br />Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick<br />He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated<br />Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted<br />Murder cases, some foul and some fixed<br />Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints<br /><br />Chorus- Myalansky<br />Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints<br />Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean<br />Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in<br />Shisty can't leave no traces and shit<br />We barkin here<br /><br />[Joe Mafia]<br />We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out<br />Who thugged his back out? I can't see him<br />One of the cats shot the lights out<br />Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky<br />I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun<br />Turn around son, blow we bust one<br />So close it almost touched him<br />You aight son? I got this<br />He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?<br />They trying to leave a nigga rockless<br />When he came into the spot though<br />Watching Polio get dough<br />They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door<br />We made our way out, with the flame out<br />With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point<br />Who thugged his back out?<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />[Myalansky]<br />Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean<br />Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in<br />Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers<br />Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them<br />Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy<br />You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him<br />Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars<br />Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them<br />Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him<br />Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid<br />Though we never forget their ass<br />Stash the burners, no fingerprints<br />No rust say shit, routine, go head<br /><br />Chorus
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