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

Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches from 50 states
Fans walked in with ten tapes
I'mma out, scored with these cats for three years
Ripped on em, now that fat cat in fear
Yo cream dun, into this dangerous hitman
Took both out for a hundred grand
hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles
With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced
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 hundred stitches required, for metal
He survived though, but like Sammy Grivana
Game info about this chick named
Who about killin and needle, shootin villains
Underground stash location with six
To take, revail mafia shit
Phillipino chick licked coke right off his
He paid the off, but still got assassinated
Stretched out like pussy wounds dialeted
Murder cases, some foul and some
Wu-Syndicate, we never finger prints

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

[Joe
We in the crime scenes, straight out
Who thugged his back out? I see him
One of the cats shot the out
Bacup, the gat up, Myalansky
I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut shit down dun
Turn around son, we bust one
So it almost touched him
You aight son? I got
He jam son dun, you cop this?
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, with the out
X amount, and the crack house stayin on point
Who his back out?

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