Intro: (Joe Mafia) Damn, VA Hot as a yo (word up) will state though (son, that shit is fucked up) Was in the court room the day, they try to give a nigga a hundred (Word) can't do all that time man, some common will shit I they trying to do though They trying to us up the street So they can reproduce their through are women Shit is hot, it's the sands
Indicted on counts of investigation Lookin at rene crops to stop the organization Big heads fled the country, of lucci of gucci, down at Carantang, true see They got no proof from type manuevers Down so low, operations through the sewers Fuck the three crops, Busy saleet is stock Making cheese, run and the scene, Megatrees a pot in storage, steady moving forward Seein flash of lights, no fright It's trife, sending mom through kites from life Son of a traitor, trails you to outta state-a Calculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your Handeling business, mind bogling, decisions Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prison Then informers, follow you cuttin corners Hotel lobbies, swarm and try to creep up on you Greesy moves under alias You catching no sleep, it's hot in these The Sands
{Joe In the sands, shiste cats we wan't grands Eight fifties, drop tops and Lex We throwing darts, what? And got big plans Living life in the golden In the project, all big willie cats oh We see you shining GX Lex with girls get shook up, time weather get out of hand Living in the golden sand
Mafia} Peep the picasso, mafioso, the cargo Foranardo, suit the drive passtol the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fans Arabian bang, diamond cut chandelier Out with bass glanded nice god ice vintage Catch to you if you ask Emmitt Only act vivid, and precide the dynasty, Supreme god in the treasure chest, drug the best I bomb heads with the suit a fedic, naw for medics And cut on 101 and then put you out on Rhyme infested, collar, ice coller, rottweiler Criminologist, top scholar, what dollar? I execute ambasadors, Hammers as Thor, sparking eight east So far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it squad banded arms with, banana clips Savage, invading palaces for democratics, the war Ill crafted, to malice My team max it, for milleniums Wu-Syndicate, emblems feared then Benjamins