歌手:Kool G Rap
专辑:《Roots of Evil》

作词 : Wilson
I dreamed that
I was at a club scene where all the thugs be
Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the ****
G? That must be
Bugsy, in the black tux over there with
Lucky Bring my heater, ****** 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 **** all that living thirsty, so
Nino do his out in
Jersey, showin no mercy, with
Frank Nitty who else and, some ***** 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 ************ 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 ****** 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 **** 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 ****** 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
****** 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
***** you ****** with a soldier, wake up and smell the
Folgers ****** 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