TNC

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 fucked 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 fucked 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