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

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

Chorus-
Tonight we gonna murder, leave no fingerprints
Twist the silencer off, Myalansky,
my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in
Shisty leave no traces and shit
We here

Mafia]
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 gotta this shit down dun
Turn around son, blow we one
So close it touched him
You son? I got this
He wanna jam son dun, you cop
trying to leave a nigga rockless
When he came the spot though
Polio get dough
They flashed the fo-fo, heads the door
We made our way out, the flame out
X amount, and the crack house stayin on point
Who thugged his out?

Tonight nigga, when we gettin them, said to Napolean
with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in
Once again, same routine, on the silencers
Shh! There go them niggas, come on follow them
Pollyin, at Lex within the prodigy
You with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him
that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars
Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin
Pull up on the side of his and starting sparkin him
on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid
Though we forget their ass
Stash the burners, no
No say shit, routine, go head