Gambino Family - Desperados lyrics

Chorus: My desperados, we call 'em gambinos! n***as like Melchior, Reginelli, and Pheno! (x2) [Pheno] This life I lead, homicides in the street So much a misery, labeled a breeder So I'm a threat to society Real with k**ing, worldwide mafia figures Thug n***as who keep there f**ing fingers on triggers To the day that I'm leaving, till they stop me from breeding I bet all this motherf**er did was make up the reason For caskets, till I (?) find him dead up then blasted The get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic It might be drastic, f**ing with these desperados n***as like Melachior, Reggenilli, and Pheno! Chorus (x2) [Reginelli] 17 shots, coming straight to your soul Reginelli, i'm down to ride with my desperados Me and my Gambinos, we strap tight and all black Bout to hit the f**ing streets, bring the bullet combat You know the gambinos, we call them desperados We train to k**, and fill a b**h n***a body with holes My trigger fanger is burning, silver bullets you earning You co*karoaches wanna f** with me, let's go on a journey Gambino Family, my click, label me a thug breeder If I die, bury me with my heater They wanna k** me and make me number one eighty seven Any n***a run up wrong, n***a I bust em dome Cause I refuse to let a b**h n***a bury me I stay strapped and I take this war sh** deep I swore to die for my motherf**ing gambinos And not to worry, I'm down to ride with my desperados Chorus (x1) [Melchoir] Me and my desperados, busting at you b**hes through stormy weather Nine milli berrettas leave you haters with bloody sweaters Popping these b**hes thats coming for our failing riches and snitches Going to pay the cost, trying to f** over these mob figures My art of war is unknown, busting you b**hes dome Pistol packing that chrome, look at them n***as running home I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti You getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty You punk b**hes gonna respect this n***a I'm the craziest motherf**er, always token a trick Got my hands on four fives, n***a feel my fury I'm busting slugs until I'm buried n***a, behind my desperados [Gotti] I take these motherf**ers across my ties And I swear on my life, these motherf**ers gonna die Give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for d**h Picture me and my desperados snatching your breath It's time they call the don, representing on track Where my family in this b**h? n***a, how you love that? See the money in my eyes, so i'm chasing for stacks f** around if you wanna get your b**h a** wacked The many macs with this rapping and jacking i'm staying strapped For these b**h made n***as who wanna leave me back But f** that, i'd rather grant an SKS And put these coward a**, b**h a** n***as to rest And you can put that on my motherf**ing tatted arm A hundred strong desperados busting your dome And it's on, gambinos burn the spot like Saddam And I tell a motherf**er, dont cross me wrong Chorus (x4)