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

Yo!

Throw me in a mosh pit I'm liable to start
Melt the place break out like an arsonist
to get it in for a classic killing
If I turn my back and walk means I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi casa boiling lobsters
But I don't do the shellfish I'm a eat pasta
Turkey italian chopped up kielbasa
Doing hits from home like an mobster
Love my onions up real little, wifed up!
Gotti men is real brittle
Poke nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos
11 the Bulls, ready to wack those
I'm half yo, half oregano
That's half yo, who he?
I'm that Island yo, Staten
niggas like aspirins
Commissioner Kelly I'll your captian
word to my bitch 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 joint that I off! Raa3fffff

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

La Costra La Familia, what!
Violate my family ties and I'm a kill
Mi amor dame un
"D" ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's
Papi mexican handle with ho's
All my gutter gang crew got patrol
Like Zorro when I come through sombrero, what!
2 in the my code name Darryl
Ride off in the sunset in the barrel
Long boots on my horse White Boy John
Rock the side of that bitch straight song
Ass hanging off the brunt don't look at me wrong
And my heart strong like Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona where the shit get ugly
All my Island riders ride or die honchos
Get cream all day leave our
We fighting niggas wrestle with broncos
And my team stay tight like & Tonto
Carry a whip yo I'll whip your ass
Hard head dope mixed with hash
Machete door where the rip and the slash
kids me and Ghost back at last

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

Cinco De Mayo imported from Cairo
Got back with the toast and the charge like rhino
bitch who's albino
I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in Greek ordering Gyros
The Bad bitch the tool in her bible
to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta 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 before he left he wrote his daughter a memo left stacks in a Benz-o
It got hot niggas selling out the info
He every 20 seconds out the window
Blow it into limbo he on Lorenzo
He him in the head with his own son's Nintendo
a week later the boys came and rushed him
Kicked down his while he was sleep they cuffed him