I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
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Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?
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That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with Lucky
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Bring my heater, niggaz might try to slug me
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Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
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I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
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Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said,
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"Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me
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He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
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but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
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Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
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to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
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I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
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I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino
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do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty
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who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
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Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
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Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
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Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
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Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
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tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
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Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
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With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
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over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
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at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
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Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go
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Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
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but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow
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Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o
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There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
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to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
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Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
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Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
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Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
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to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
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Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
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without ever lettin the whole police force know
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Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll
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Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
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They shot him at a pay phone
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with the big chrome, his whole wig blown
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Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
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At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
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Family got hit up with automatics
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Non-stop static inside the rackets
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Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
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The underworld was goin savage
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Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
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with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
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Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
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Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
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Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
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We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
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Moved on it closer get the toaster
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Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
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Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
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Beef over, I blew him like a supernova
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Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
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The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
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Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
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And blast the two right through your boulder
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Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
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Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
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Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
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Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota
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But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
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He whispered in my eardrum
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"Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
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Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
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No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre
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Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo
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Mobsta's
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |