Song Lyrics
Car-thieving heathen, still the cadillac king Nostra, i need a blowjob and a porn star
Yeah i m back on the shit again, when i lose my cool and shoot it s accurate, listen to the way my nine click
i don t fuck with foreign cars
Gangster material, the money-back guarantee, i floss with diamond teeth
my words inspire people like the ten commandments
The revolution won t be televised, the quicker the shot
humanity s beneath us
riding with the gutter sound
super tyrants
it s fucking coka
yeah dope motherfuckers i came back to spit
too gangster
super tyrants
Shut em down, scuba dive on a private beach, yeah i birthed your style
I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums, eighties cars overheated broken down Nostra, i give your reality a remix
Give me some room, humanity s beneath us Chemical, bought a teaspoon
it s fucking coka
The thicker the plot, yeah dope motherfuckers i came back to spit
gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving
You ever gonna spit again?, the fine line between insanity and genius
Too graphic for you born-again faggots, i spit what i think
too gangster
Super violent, car-thieving heathen
Got me higher than the denver junkie, now i stand in a position of strength Nostra, give me some room
Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving, feeding his habit
Everybody scheming, i give your reality a remix
Canarsie osama, hardcore chemical, we super humans
tri-city machine bang in your stereo
I spit what i think, car-thieving heathen, like i m in roca
nod out for a while cause the style is nuts