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

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

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

[Joe
We in the scenes, straight shoot out
Who thugged his back 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 shut this shit down dun
Turn around son, blow we one
So it almost touched him
You aight I got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop
They trying to leave a nigga
When he came into the though
Polio get dough
They flashed the fo-fo, barricated the door
We our way out, with the flame out
With X amount, and the crack house stayin on
Who thugged his back

Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to
with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in
Once again, routine, twist on the silencers
Shh! go them niggas, come on let's follow them
Pollyin, at Lex within the prodigy
You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town 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
we never forget their ass
Stash the burners, no
No rust say shit, routine, go