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

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

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

[Joe
We in the crime scenes, shoot out
Who thugged his out? I can't see him
One of the cats shot the out
Bacup, pick the gat up,
I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this down dun
Turn around son, we bust one
So it almost touched him
You aight I got this
He jam son dun, you cop this?
trying to leave a nigga rockless
When he into the spot though
Polio get dough
They the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
We made our way out, with the out
With X amount, and the house stayin on point
Who thugged his back

Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to
Meet with Joe first, and then we rollin in
again, same routine, twist on the silencers
Shh! There go them niggas, on let's follow them
Pollyin, at Lex within the prodigy
You fuck that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
Damn that fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
Now we gettin back in the car, we droppin them
up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him
Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was kid
Though we forget their ass
Stash the burners, no
No say shit, routine, go head