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[Intro][Joe
Shit, the clubs it over here
Fuck, damn, yeah thought it was soft
Get the fuck up nigga, no
Niggas got down
their whole scene

Yo, trial of the century, nosy came from 50 states
walked in with ten video 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 hitman
Took both families out for a grand
Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the
With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced
Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat Miami,
Who flexed gold on his Lex
But on one night, Rec Poison on his eye sight
Two hundred required, for metal spikes
He though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana
Game info about this chick Tiwanna
Who test killin and needle, shootin villains
Underground stash with six million
To take, revail straight shit
chick licked coke right off his dick
He the judge off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out pussy wounds that dialeted
Murder cases, foul and some fixed
Wu-Syndicate, we leave finger prints

Chorus-
Tonight we murder, can't leave no fingerprints
Twist the silencer off, Myalansky,
Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we in
can't leave no traces and shit
We barkin

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

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