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[Intro][Joe
Shit, pass the clubs it over
Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was
Get the fuck up nigga, no
got Napolean down
Gassed whole scene

Yo, trial of the century, nosy came from 50 states
Fans walked in ten video tapes
I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for years
on em, now that fat cat livin in fear
Yo dun, grow into this dangerous hitman
Took both families out for a hundred
Right hand man, haired kid from the alles
With bubbled eyed Benzes, laced medallions
Murder plots, target it to this fat cat from Miami,
Who gold just on his Lex
But on one night, Rec Poison on his eye sight
Two hundred stitches required, for spikes
He survived though, but snitched Sammy Grivana
Game info about chick named Tiwanna
Who test about and needle, shootin villains
stash location with six million
To take, straight mafia shit
chick licked coke right off his dick
He the judge off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds dialeted
Murder cases, some foul and some
Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger

Chorus-
Tonight we murder, can't leave no fingerprints
Twist the off, Myalansky, Napolean
my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in
Shisty can't no traces and shit
We here

Mafia]
We in the scenes, straight shoot out
Who his back out? I can't see him
One of the shot the lights out
Bacup, pick the gat up,
I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit dun
Turn son, blow we bust one
So close it touched him
You aight I got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop
They trying to a nigga rockless
When he came into the though
Polio get dough
They flashed the fo-fo, heads the door
We made our way out, the flame out
With X amount, and the crack house on point
Who thugged his out?

Tonight nigga, then's when we them, said to Napolean
Meet with Joe Mafia first, and we rollin in
again, same routine, twist on the silencers
Shh! go them niggas, come on let's follow them
Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the
You fuck that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the
Now we gettin back in the car, we droppin them
Pull up on the of his whip and starting sparkin him
Silencers on fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
Though we never their ass
the burners, no fingerprints
No rust say shit, routine, go