Mobsta's Lyrics
| Song | Mobsta's |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 fuck | |
| G? That must be | |
| Bugsy, in the black tux over there with | |
| Lucky Bring my heater, niggaz 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 fuck all that living thirsty, so | |
| Nino do his out in | |
| Jersey, showin no mercy, with | |
| Frank Nitty who else and, some nigga 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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz 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 shit 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 niggaz 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the | |
| Folgers Niggaz 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 |
| zuo ci : Wilson | |
| I dreamed that | |
| I was at a club scene where all the thugs be | |
| Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck | |
| G? That must be | |
| Bugsy, in the black tux over there with | |
| Lucky Bring my heater, niggaz 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 fuck all that living thirsty, so | |
| Nino do his out in | |
| Jersey, showin no mercy, with | |
| Frank Nitty who else and, some nigga 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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz on his team was yellow | |
| Cold blooded veins flowin with red | |
| Jello 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 pokherhiendas | |
| 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 | |
| Nonstop static inside the rackets | |
| Jack McGern was burnin split | |
| Joe Adonis cabbage | |
| The underworld was goin savage | |
| Pretty Boy | |
| Floyd was nonvoid, unemployed, he destroyed shit 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 niggaz 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the | |
| Folgers Niggaz 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 |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| I dreamed that | |
| I was at a club scene where all the thugs be | |
| Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck | |
| G? That must be | |
| Bugsy, in the black tux over there with | |
| Lucky Bring my heater, niggaz 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 fuck all that living thirsty, so | |
| Nino do his out in | |
| Jersey, showin no mercy, with | |
| Frank Nitty who else and, some nigga 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 motherfuckin 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 niggaz on his team was yellow | |
| Cold blooded veins flowin with red | |
| Jello 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 pokherhiendas | |
| 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 | |
| Nonstop static inside the rackets | |
| Jack McGern was burnin split | |
| Joe Adonis cabbage | |
| The underworld was goin savage | |
| Pretty Boy | |
| Floyd was nonvoid, unemployed, he destroyed shit 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 niggaz 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 | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the | |
| Folgers Niggaz 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 |
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