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

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

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

[Joe
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 around son, we bust one
So close it almost him
You aight I got this
He jam son dun, you cop this?
They trying to a nigga rockless
When he came the spot though
Watching Polio get
They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the
We made our way out, with the out
With X amount, and the crack stayin on point
Who his back out?

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