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

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

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

[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, 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 son? I got this
He jam son dun, you cop this?
trying to leave a nigga rockless
When he came into the though
Polio get dough
They the fo-fo, heads barricated the door
We made our way out, with the out
X amount, and the crack house stayin on point
Who thugged his out?

Tonight nigga, then's we gettin them, said to Napolean
Meet with Joe Mafia first, and 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, whole town him
Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the
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 never their ass
the burners, no fingerprints
No rust say shit, routine, go