Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Mobsta's lyrics

I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be

Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G?

That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with Lucky

Bring my heater, niggaz 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 said, "Nino where them drugs be?"

Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from 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 living thirsty, so Nino

do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty

who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson

Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger

Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder

Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's

Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy

tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami

Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo

With Bugs Mirando, 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 niggaz on his team was yellow

Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o

There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate

to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas

Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas

Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers

Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no

to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo

Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go

without ever lettin the whole police force know

Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll

Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out

They shot him at a pay phone

with the big chrome, his whole wig blown

Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones

At the wake at the funeral home it's 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, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas

Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us

We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa

Moved on it closer get the toaster

Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard

Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur

Beef over, I blew him like a supernova

Niggaz 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

And blast the two right through your boulder

Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya

Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers

Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor

Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota

But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who 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 Torre

Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo

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