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I dreamed that i was at a club scene where all the thugs be Magnetfolie Baustellenfahrzeuge Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck g? That must be bugsy, in the black tux over there with lucky Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me I felt a hand tug me then turnin around i peeped the lovely Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said, "compliments of bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly But he dug me, pockets chubby said, "nino where them drugs be?" Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me To keep my paper sturdy, yo word g I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me? I be d and fuck all that living thirsty, so nino Do his out in jersey, showin no mercy, with frank nitty Who else and, some nigga with a babyface that they called nelson Bad for your health, machine gun kell' and your dillinger Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder Look for my army, fatigues to giorgio armani's Holdin the tommy, no one can harm me; will and tommy Tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo With bugs mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him Over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down At the train po' in santo domingo, left him for dead Two bullets in his tango, like how that movie shane go Frank costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow But most of the niggaz on his team was yellow Cold blooded veins flowin with red jell-o There's joe adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate To put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the pocahontas Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no To veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go Without ever lettin the whole police force know Lex diamond was scheamin on capone's scroll Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out They shot him at a pay phone With the big chrome, his whole wig blown Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc Family got hit up with automatics Non-stop static inside the rackets Jack mcgern was burnin split joe adonis cabbage The underworld was goin savage Pretty boy floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit With the infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to goodfellas Me and nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us We drove all over, i pushed a shiny yellow testarossa Moved on it closer get the toaster Started to feel like death was closer, i hit capone hard Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur Beef over, i blew him like a supernova Niggaz nicknamed me, the black cobra The lady casanova, yo i'm even deadly when i'm sober Act like you got a chip on your shoulder And blast the two right through your boulder Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the folgers Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor Operations from here to minnesota to dakota But yo here comes greasy thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds He whispered in my eardrum "let's take over the entire city, and split the dough Me you and frank nitty and siegel and that'll make the bank pretty" No doubt before we go we gotta murder john torre Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo
