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[Intro][Joe
Shit, pass the clubs it here
Fuck, damn, nigga thought it was soft
Get the up nigga, no doubt
Niggas got Napolean
Gassed whole scene

Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches from 50 states
Fans walked in with ten tapes
I'mma wipped out, with these cats for three years
Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in
Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous
Took both families out for a grand
Right hand man, Curly kid from the alles
With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced
plots, target it to what 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 metal
He survived though, but like Sammy Grivana
Game info this chick named Tiwanna
Who test about killin and needle, shootin
Underground stash location with six
To take, revail straight mafia
Phillipino chick licked coke off his dick
He paid the off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds dialeted
cases, some foul and some fixed
Wu-Syndicate, we leave finger prints

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

Mafia]
We in the crime scenes, straight out
Who his back out? I can't see him
One of the cats shot the out
Bacup, the gat up, Myalansky
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 son? I got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop
They to leave a nigga rockless
When he came into the spot
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 his back out?

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