a club scene where all the thugs be
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
Take me out in back of the club
I felt a hand tug me then turnin
around I peeped the lovely
"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?"
buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty,
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty,
showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty
who else and, some nigga with a
Babyface that they called Nelson
Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
known to carry the six cylinder
fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote,
he turned to smoked salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie,
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so,
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow,
at the train po' in Santo Domingo,
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
Cold blooded veins flowin
had mad dramas, won't hesitate
fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll wanta
Frank broke a promise between the
organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below,
to veto, so they hit him with
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so,
without ever lettin the whole
Lex Diamond was scheamin on
Wanted to own his whole zone,
They shot him at a pay phone
with the big chrome, his whole wig blown
At the wake at the funeral
Family got hit up with automatics
Non- stop static inside the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe
The underworld was goin savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non- void,
unemployed, he destroyed shit
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
I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on it closer get the toaster
Started to feel like death was closer,
Murder him and his bodyguard
in they car and dust the chaffeur
Beef over, I blew him like a su
Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on
Nigga you fuckin with a soldier,
wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in piss
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,
Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and
that'll make the bank pretty"
Yo get all his territory dough
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