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  • 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
  • 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