I started as a vandal, in Tribeca.
Protection; debt collector; man handlin', murder.
Convert a desert to a gamblin' mecca.
Chop shop garages.
Makin crop off your garbage.
Construction jobs make the mob rich.
Harbors and barges.
Packed with containers and compartments with stolen objects and garments.
Menages and massage parlors,
And brothels in apartments.
Speak a word to the sargeants;
Snitch and you'll disappear like L debarge did, kid -
And I'll beat the charges.
You'll get BBQ'd in your cell quadrant.
Choke on the fog.
It's asophygous - carbon monoxide clog.
It's guards watching.
Dodging barrages, of cartridges.
Aint' that my squadron.
Fuck you, I'll buck at you like Rodgers.
I'm goin out like Gotti, from natural causes.
Blood clots and heart disease.
Old like Carroto, Soprano with blocked corroded arteries.
Obnoxious like Omar Suarez.
More violent than Juarez - Mexico with the cartels.
Who's next to go?
Kill you manually.
Over 7 billion annually.
Money like that can buy your way into heaven.
Chillin casually.
Crooks you're a celebrity status, anti-establishment, folkhero,
At the (unknown) top of pokin' the bearue.
Try to decipher the pathological mindset of a crime vet.
Trifer than most, knife you up close and sit wine - moet.
You could be sent to put an end to a friends life and be expected to handle biz.
Damn.
Once upon a crime, two street gangsters rose up to rule hip-hop;
Run up on you with 9s.
Say goodnight to the badguy,
We'll make you bleed: Necro and Kool G Rap,
We first of a new breed.
Once upon a crime, two lyrical criminals would rule the underworld of New York; Dimes of rhyme.
Say goodnight to the badguy,
You'll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again.
Vendettas over violins and chellos,
Ships port for portabello.
Kid use a heal,
You're nothing short of a whores stilettos.
Boss of the fellows,
200 grand,
Whores in the mellows.
Accapellos, its Sinatra, (?) a roudy opera.
Doppler effect? correct.
Drop out with the chopper.
Envelopes looking sweet.
Fishing the meat district.
More dog for story and sweet in the sheets,
With the heat lifted.
Reaching for cliffs, got three slick chips.
Put the Heron all in the needle stick, fixed.
Rubbin holes on their elbows and calf muscle.
Rough foes out - ice-picks and brass knuckles.
Think shit a joke - I be having the last chuckle.
Young bucks runnin the cash double.
We Cuban, posture up in night clubs,
White rugs.
Take your shoes off baby,
You hear me, I'll put your name up in light clubs.
Rock head cancer with the white gloves.
Tight snub, pussy on her.
I might just give her the bookie corner.
(Crook be on her, yea 5 star general shit Necro, Godfathers)
Once upon a crime, two street gangsters rose up to rule hip-hop;
Run up on you with 9s.
Say goodnight to the badguy,
We'll make you bleed: Necro and Kool G Rap,
We first of a new breed.
Once upon a crime, two lyrical criminals would rule the underworld of New York; Dimes of rhyme.
Say goodnight to the badguy,
You'll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again.