Lion - N.O.R.E., Raekwon, Styles P

Heard if you jerk off too much you probably go blind nigga

It’s probably why I don’t see you niggas

Tan Tims, construct joints

Caught 'em up at Hunts Point

Starting speaking Mandarin, fly when he scrambling

Always caught gambling, big bricks he handling

Started talking about all the coke and the heron

I pulled into Exxon, put my bitch Deb on

Course she caught the weapon, the female you slept on

And I don’t trust homes as far as I can throw him though

Laughing and I’m joking but I’m acting like I know him though

He bust a key open and sniffed an eighth in front of me

I ain’t give a fuck as long as he didn’t try to fron on me

Goose bumps flowing from the alcohol consumption

We on the block working still pumping open junction

Frequently I met with his crew shit secretly

Plottin' 'cause they hate him

It’s cool if they eat with me

Plus they heard about my style

They don’t want beef with me

Mafioso so they know I got the heat with me

Mafioso so they know I got the street with me

Mob niggas eat with me, pretty bitches sleep with me

Rough life but steet dons living easily

Mafioso so nigga you supposed to pay

Mafioso so nigga we supposed to spray

You ain’t got money, see us, you can hold some yay

But you can never sleep

Nigga it’s forever beef

Brought 'em to the meat store

Chopped it with the ham hocks

Then we sent the fingers to his man and his mom’s spot

Do 'em with the cow meat, said a prayer over him

Now they he halal meat, mince meat, foul feet

Do the rest to his body in Jers in Secaucus, Queens

Boulevard, the meeting, diner met in Georgia

Hit the city with the Taurus, we heard they looking for us

Them niggas know my math ain’t a damn so call us

But we ready for war so hit 'em in the torso

Hittin' bosses, lieutenants and soldiers also

This is the Latin black Costra Nostra

Hit ya with the coacha coacha

Testarosa wanted poster, hood-style roller coaster

Still I hit the roach I hold the toaster with the holster

Hey yo we smoke quarters

Fuck with some hoes, sly record 'em

We snatch 'em up, gut 'em and throw 'em back in the water

Eating only pasta kids

Mobster kids running Red Lobster shit

Yoke you from your dreads twist a rasta spliff

Hussein Bolt with a coat

Adidas on sweats sitting up in a boat

Lit it throat, my ninja’s blood thirsty they won’t

Be 'round you circle niggas that poke

Drop the coke

Cartels maxing in Gazelles eating scallions

eat chow with Italians, more Valiums

Paying judge’s Las Vegas mug shot

This is the rug spot lift and whiff you

Rinse and rip you

I’m at the table, eat your lentils