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I dreamed that I was at a club scene all the thugs be
criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with
Bring my heater, niggaz try to slug me
me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I the lovely
Fly face, fat ass me a glass of bubbly, said,
"Compliments of Bugsy," then me across the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and me; thought he would do me ugly
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where drugs be?"
Over by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to my paper sturdy, yo word G
I afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all living thirsty, so Nino
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Nitty
who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that called Nelson
Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your
Death messenger, to carry the six cylinder
Look for my army, to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin the Tommy, no one can me; Will and Tommy
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to salami
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, of my ammo
With Bugs Mirando, the grain so, gotta send him
the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
at the po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
Two bullets in his Tango, like how movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin
but most of the on his team was yellow
Cold blooded flowin with red Jell-o
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, hesitate
to put you in pajamas, fly fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen you'll pok-her-hiendas
Frank broke a between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, voted no
to veto, so they hit him with a torpedo
Up in his torso, he a boss so, he can go
without ever lettin the whole force know
Lex Diamond was on Capone's scroll
Wanted to own his zone, it leaked out
They him at a pay phone
with the big chrome, his wig blown
Blood flowin from out his and bones
At the wake at the funeral home it's
Family got hit up automatics
Non-stop static inside the
Jack McGern was split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he shit
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed
Mad jealous of all the sellers
Shinin wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, niggaz could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny Testarossa
Moved on it closer get the
Started to like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
Murder him and his in they car and dust the chaffeur
over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggaz me, The Black Cobra
The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your
And blast the two right your boulder
Money you didn't know shoulda told ya
Nigga you fuckin a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggaz out here done lie in to cover up the odor
from here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my
"Let's take the entire city, and split the dough
Me you and Frank and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder John
Yo get all his dough and end the story yo