Текст песни Kool G Rap f Havoc (Mobb Deep) - The Giancana Story
Kool G Rap f Havoc (Mobb Deep) - The Giancana Story слова песни
[Kool G Rap]We bring the thug shit for real niggaYou know how we doY`all know how a nigga bring itStraight direct at you kidLike a Don from out of Sicily; under the arm is where the pistol beTop of your forehead, the kiss`ll beplanted ever so soft and gentle but die viciouslyHours of torture, before the torture apply miseryDays before I feel pity to give a guy libertySeen him, his pants shitty and eyes all glitteryI`ll die a rich man before the FBI figure me40 stories up, inside a high rise in ItalyNo hidden forces, only natural courses deliver meGray hairs from the great years, fears never shiver meReminscin, how we car-bombed ignitionsof politicians, judges strong-armed to listenMen turnin up dead, or hurt harmed and missinBulletproof cars are driven, Teflon editionBodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunksMusic inside the bar stunkGettin surrounded by bitches blowin cigars drunkOne of my stonefaced goons`ll make your heart pumpElectrocution with cables that make the car jumpThe yard punks, that sinned with a life sentence for sellin hard junkThe family, the whole commissionHas been around since the days before prohibition (no doubt)Mathematics was good then, the slow additionSome overdosed down a coke slope, a dope addicitionLookin back on them days, I ran a whole divisionSome of the Jake and the state was tryin to throw the missionThey caught a ticket ride to hell with no admission; beyond these tracksA life of networkin, sippin bourbon and co-gnacFirst version observin in stocks and bonds we stackThe chronicles, these are the days of Don G Rap[Havoc]With, murder on his mind, take it in bloodWe takin that aim, and niggaz throwin shit in the game[Chorus: Havoc - repeat 2X]How it feel when we comin at you, these gats blowin at youPersonally, don`t give a FUCK where you atAnd an unfamiliar face, you know we like WHO DAT?On point nigga, it ain`t goin down like that[Kool G Rap]We do our thing, underhandedly still, tuck a mill`For the family will, mansion and hot wheels in AmityvilleTreat a snitch nigga like Sam when he squealBreak the code of silence, just hand me the steelFor every wrong done, a man`ll be killed, there`s plans to rebuildCurtains and drapes, got these Jakes tryin to can me for realUntil then, be in the backyard with clam on the grillOr catch me laid up in the canope illWith two mamis handin me thrills; Vivica Fox body Vanity grillsRubberbandin these bills; tryin to duck the fame and the glamourTryin to stay from out the range of the scannersNot tryin to get my frame in the cameraAvoid tabloids and front pagesBums get knocked off and bumped for favorsCollect Trump papers with pumps and gaugesRoyale suites when I bunk in VegasGot homicide searchin the city dump for neighborsPinky ring with a chunk of glacierCopped a spot with a bunch of acresSome of them got they bodies slumped for capersBarcaleno hat, ducks and gatorsGot a crib full of housemaids, butlers and waitersMy click, from the minor league jump to majorWe gon` rock until we jackpot, FUCK THEM HATERSIf we have to run up in City Hall, abduct the MayorAny man against the master plan can fuck with craters![Chorus] - repeat 1.5X[Havoc] Word