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[Ghostface
Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes sounds}

Yo!

Throw me in a pit I'm liable to start shit
Melt the place then out like an arsonist
Classified to get it in for a classic
If I turn my back and walk that I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi casa boiling lobsters
But I don't do the shellfish I'm a eat pasta
Turkey italian sausage up kielbasa
Doing hits from like an elite mobster
Love my onions diced up real little, up!
trench men is real brittle
Poke your {Poconos} is where I go with the capos
11 Sammy the Bulls, to wack those
I'm half black yo, oregano
half italian yo, who he?
I'm from that Island yo,
Crushing niggas aspirins
Kelly I'll kill your captian
That's word to my that's laid off
That little in the pussy, word! I ate it off!
Team move hands in the air like Adolf
Handing me a big that I sprayed off! Raa3fffff

Toma, toma, mira que!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, go Papi Wardrobe!
Maricon! Yeah... kii kii kii kii kii kaaaaah

La Nostra La Familia, what!
Violate my family ties and I'm a y'all
Mi amor dame un
"D" Capitan hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's
Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with
All my gutter gang crew got patrol
Like Zorro when I come black sombrero, what!
2 in the holster my code name
off in the sunset starved in the barrel
Long boots on my named White Boy John
Rock the side of that bitch straight song
Ass hanging off the brunt ever look at me wrong
And my heart beats like Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get
All my Staten Island riders or die honchos
Get all day leave our ponchos
We fighting niggas wrestle with broncos
And my team tight like Silver & Tonto
Carry a long whip yo I'll your ass
Hard head dope mixed with hash
Machete behind door the rip and the slash
Desperado kids me and back at last

Toma, Toma, Mericon!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, it to them!

Cinco De Mayo imported guns from
Got back the toast and beat the charge like rhino
bitch who's albino
I met her out in Chi-Town I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros
The Bad keep the tool in her bible
Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a Disciple
He Killed about a Vice Lords guns and knife wars
The feds came for him so he to the 9th ward
in the N.O.
And right before he left he his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o
It got hot selling giving out the info
He every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it into limbo he spazzed on
He smashed him in the head with his own son's
About a week later the came and rushed him
Kicked his door while he was sleep they cuffed him