[Hook: Luciano Corleone]
Tek9 (Repeat)
They stole the homie life with a Tek9
[Verse: Luciano Corleone]
Momma momma look, daddy brought another choppa
AK47 Mac 11 a couple yappas
n***as hoppin' up out the closet, bank deposit, posture polished
Bladdow-bladdow blocka-blocka god who shot ya
They stole the homie life wittaf**in' Tek9
Caught him lackin' recline (dtu-dtu-dtu) put the n***a back on his spine
In the casa with ca**ie blanca bifocals we get it local
All forda - mediocre ovals toppaz white gold and opal hopeful
[Hook]
[Hook]
[Talking]
[Verse: Luciano Corleone]
Holdin' work, just might get a n***a newported
Savage gotta have it the boroughs from the burgess
Murder burgeons in the urban it ain't comin' from the turbans
In Babylon, they murder sons for bezels, chains, and washingtons
Ravish the relics for the fiends to relish
Get blemished O'blessed...
Brain leaded for the lettuce
Back up in this n***a wit da fellas
Siftin' through the pantry for duckettes and nutella
Menace II Society till we in the terra
Ain't no manna manifest at the behest of the era
Them volleys hit yo cerebellum
New jim crow since the days of antebellum
Its high stakes, hella jakes lurkin' for the melanin
Got the mac in the trues loose god watchu sellin'
Lift the tank up let the foos see the weapon
Black bandana angled n***as know what I'm reppin'
Prolly heist Christ for the right price, nuttin' nice
Bonafide hustla bout that creme man its doe or die
Feast or famine, paradise lost in the vices standing