Mobsta's (Prod. Fade)
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I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, livin' in luxury
What the fuck G? That must be Bugsy
In the black tux over there with Lucky
With my heater, niggas might try to slug me
Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me
I felt a hand tug me then turnin' around I peeped the lovely
Fly face, fat ass, gave me a glass of bubbly
Said "Compliments of Bugsy" then took
Me across the persian rug to plug me
He shook my hand and hugged me
Thought he would do me ugly but he dug me
Pockets chubby, sent me to where the drugs be
Over there by the derby, body thirty
Ghetto for me to keep my paper sturdy
Yo word G, I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty
You heard me, I be D and fuck all that livin' thirsty
Sent me to do his out in Jersey, showin' no mercy
With Frank Nitty who else and
Some nigga with a baby face that they quote Nelson
That's for your health and, Machine Gun Kell and your Dillinger
Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
We're from an army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
Holdin' the Tommy, no one can harm me
Willie Charmy tried to alarm me and quote
He turned to smoked salami, dead as a motherfuckin' zombie
Full of my ammo, with Bugs Marango
Against the grain so, gotta send him over the rainbow
He must be brain slow, caught him down
At the train po' in Santo Domingo
Left him for dead, two bullets in his Tango
Like how that movie Shane go
Frank Costello, hostile fellow
He murders while remainin' mellow
But most of the niggas on his team was yellow
Cold blooded veins flowin' with red Jell-o
'Cause Joe Adonis, had mad dramas
Won't hesitate to put you in pajamas
Fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
Beauty queen, you'll wanna poke her highness
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no, no veto
So they hit him with a hollow torpedo
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so
He could go, without ever lettin' the whole police force know
Legs Diamond was schemin' on Capone's quo
Wanted to own his whole zone
And leaked out, they shot him at a payphone
With the big chrome, his whole wig blown
Blood flown from out his flesh and bones
At the wake at the funeral home was Havoc
Family got hit up with automatics
Non-stop static inside the rackets
Jack McGern was burnin', split Joe Adonis cabbage
The underworld was goin' savage
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed
He destroyed shit, with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
Shinin' with wine cellars, turnin' from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin' niggas could tell us
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
Moved on to kosher, kept a toaster
Started to feel like death was closer
I hit Capone hard, murdered him and his
Bodyguard in they car and blessed the chauffeur
Beef over, I blew him like a supernova
Niggas nicknamed me the Black Cobra
The lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
I'm clappin' two right through your boulder
Money you didn't know, they should've told ya
Nigga you fuckin' with a soldier
Wake up and smell the Folgers
Niggas out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota
But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs
He wants to get the easy funds
He whispered in my eardrum
"Let's take over the entire city
And split the dough, me you and Frank Nitty
And Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torrio
Get all his territory dough and end the story yo