"COSA NOSTRA — LUCKY LUCIANO" lyrics
My young nigga pull out that box shootin', the rest is history (Frrt, frrt)
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (You'll die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me
Can't say the same 'bout you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you will see (Yop, yop)
Move like the mob 'bout hits, don't speak on 'em
Four of 'em get hit, take a guess, that's me
Load up, hop out, walk down, spray on 'em
If you ask, I'ma tell you that's me
On Za, my Sting was fast (That's speed)
The whips and clips FN, SRT (Frrt, frrt)
Catch a body, beat a body out here
I bet they reward you a hundred G's
Move like the mafia, huh, capeesh
Behind my shades, I'm high, can't see
New smoke, how it's finna turn out? Let's see
About mine, shit get hotter than grease
I'm serious, one dot, come get your cheese
All he hear is fah-fah, flipped off his feet
He heard that yop-yop, trigger got squeezed
Fatt drop the cheese, but the boss is BD (What's up, blood?)
My young nigga pull out that box shootin', the rest is history (No kiddin')
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (Gon' die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me
Can't say the same 'bout you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you'll see
G body, but my tees tall as trees
Hoes, narcotics, sell it for cheap
I'm on the blade with Bino and CP
Bump the ho, ho done sprained her knees
It's hard to chill when you play with this shit
You get flushed, they'll kill him and do it in a rush
Mook just called me like, "Fatt, you don't feel 'em for nothin'
Fuck these niggas, I told you it's just us" (Hoo)
This nigga went bought him a button (Went half)
New Trackhawk, it's stolen (Bitch fast)
He went, smacked on an opp brother (Got blast)
The gun he used a trophy (Hang it up)
Niggas'll never be us (Hang it up)
I know the definition of morals (Huh)
Niggas'll never be us (Ain't cuttin' it)
Made our own Cosa Nostra (Hoo)
My young nigga pull out that box shootin', the rest is history (Yop-yop)
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (You gon' die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me (Hrr)
Can't say the same about you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you'll see (Hrr)
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (You'll die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me
Can't say the same 'bout you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you will see (Yop, yop)
Move like the mob 'bout hits, don't speak on 'em
Four of 'em get hit, take a guess, that's me
Load up, hop out, walk down, spray on 'em
If you ask, I'ma tell you that's me
On Za, my Sting was fast (That's speed)
The whips and clips FN, SRT (Frrt, frrt)
Catch a body, beat a body out here
I bet they reward you a hundred G's
Move like the mafia, huh, capeesh
Behind my shades, I'm high, can't see
New smoke, how it's finna turn out? Let's see
About mine, shit get hotter than grease
I'm serious, one dot, come get your cheese
All he hear is fah-fah, flipped off his feet
He heard that yop-yop, trigger got squeezed
Fatt drop the cheese, but the boss is BD (What's up, blood?)
My young nigga pull out that box shootin', the rest is history (No kiddin')
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (Gon' die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me
Can't say the same 'bout you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you'll see
G body, but my tees tall as trees
Hoes, narcotics, sell it for cheap
I'm on the blade with Bino and CP
Bump the ho, ho done sprained her knees
It's hard to chill when you play with this shit
You get flushed, they'll kill him and do it in a rush
Mook just called me like, "Fatt, you don't feel 'em for nothin'
Fuck these niggas, I told you it's just us" (Hoo)
This nigga went bought him a button (Went half)
New Trackhawk, it's stolen (Bitch fast)
He went, smacked on an opp brother (Got blast)
The gun he used a trophy (Hang it up)
Niggas'll never be us (Hang it up)
I know the definition of morals (Huh)
Niggas'll never be us (Ain't cuttin' it)
Made our own Cosa Nostra (Hoo)
My young nigga pull out that box shootin', the rest is history (Yop-yop)
I been saw how real this shit get, 'fore you blink, you'll D-I-E (You gon' die)
How far I'ma take it, it's a hundred percent you gon' tell on me (Hrr)
Can't say the same about you, I'm goin' all out 'bout mine, you play me, I bet you'll see (Hrr)
