[Hook Styles P] Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real [Verse Genovese] Seems like the day turn to night so quick, life passin The hole we in massive Narcs knock one of us the next day come thru laughin So we just mathin Out the possibilities 7030 they getting rid of me Start it in the Halla, feel like my father Cock the Glock 19 back its time to honor Joey Geno vcoked up on the balcony Slick back hair two chokers, Gucci loafers Had his own table in the Copa Cabana had Jerry in the fiend Snitch ass tried to knock the whole fucking team Beat him till he cried like a bitch Like Santorra did at the bar Cant stand a fishy Rats is risky Working wit the boys My consigliere olcat wit poise Soldiers none older than thirty living dirty Keep the silence on, dont disturb we The people, no sequel, we re from Mean we used to, now we get Columbian, sip Seagrams On the rocks, Bellomo passed the polygraph Now the chances of beating it is cut in half Been in the can since June, send him home soon Back to Calabria we robbin ya Hit em with the doe before he leave LaGuardia Have a nice Christmas your Padrino Stack mad greeno in the Beemo Had the 44 on the flo, Seen Charlie big nose Walked with a case of Mos, had puttanas in both Yukons Had a feeling they was bulletproof Checked it out long black joint hit the roof And bounced off the sounds off Remember that always the doe lays On the table till we sort it, coke lays there since we bought it Ignore it, best things afford it Your weight is nose grams, we be bouncing in the Roseland Strength of this fam like Conan, where no man Could get in or get out, 1500 a night in the penthouse Suite, retreat, never on the feet In the Lincolns wit the big heat We dig deep holes for those thats speaking Creepin on the weekend to Key Largo wit Margo Half Italian half Yardy Two shades darker than me Her neck icey, sip wine but she love to eat ackee And saltfish, teen tears runnin from the Tauras Fat Rog and Billy now applaud this, enormous Gigante glass to glass wit Spumante Cheers when I go I leave it all to Brigante [Hook Styles P] Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real
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