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Mario
This is Supa Mario and Queen's Production
Vinny Idol
Supa (Mario)
Two weeks past, we in the rental
Boy, I was driving on the turnpike, I threw it at his temple
And asked him, "Shorty, why you fucking with me?"
Know you think you a gangster but trust me, you ain't fucking with me
And I ain't eat the shit that you fed me, nigga
And I'm too live for you to try to dead me, nigga
And I know you keep a ratchet on your waistline
But you ain't bad enough to take mine
Can't stop, it won't stop
'Cause I could have your mom and pop tied by the waistline
I said, "Yeah, you think you slick, nigga"
Been knew your plans 'cause I was hitting up your bitch, nigga
I'm 'bout to flip you like an acrobat
Let you slide a lot of times, knowing that you tap the pack
I guess you took the condors for weakness
That you about to be the body found by the reaper
But you can answer one question, nigga
And after that, you can count your fucking blessings, nigga
Where my work and my money at?
Niggas start dying, laughing, ain't shit funny black
He said, it ain't federal custody
I'm an agent, motherfucker, no head busting me
And I got my partners right behind us
Everything you ever said recorded on the wire
My stomach dropped, lump in my throat
My first thoughts to pop him in, jump in the boat
Second thought, what about his partners behind me?
Third thought, go to war, fuck if they gonna find me
Guilt me in the court of law
This the wrong segment of my life shit
Trife, my wife, 'bout to have a daughter, dog
I'm bugging now, but I'm staying calm
Thinking to myself, if I could, I would spray his moms
Then I told them, "All well, nigga
You dead and I'm in jail, we both be up in hell, nigga"
And how the fuck you are aging?
It's been ten years you've been running on the pavement
And I even seen you bust a nigga
Look me in my eye and told me, "Never ever trust a nigga"
It was fake 'cause they had a vest
When you in the bureau, they could show you how to fake a death
Then these niggas is Donnie Brasco
Gun butted his ass, told him to suck a Roscoe
It wasn't my gun, but somebody let a shot go
It's when they're shattered out and the tires hit the pothole
I don't know what's going on, he don't know what's going on
Only thing I know is that something's fucking going wrong
(Mario)
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