Cosa Nostra - Verbal Delinquency lyrics

[Verse: Triiz] I could get you whatever you want, from weed to the packages An X I push that like I'm running fast on madden It's Cosa Nostra fam and we'll blow you off that atlas Clips make you back flip, they don't know where your other half went Maybe over seas or somewhere in the f**ing islands It's Triiz I'm doing me, trying to turn a buck to a thousand I blow a dutch in the clouds, then I'm looking down on houses You can tell by my outfit, I'm not caring about sh** I'm on my bizzy, I twerk real swizzy Mixing purp with my philly, mixing pepsi in my heny Woah, and my product moving out so swiftly Things spinning so fast, they makes my cash get dizzy And if your math short, that ain't no biggie You can ask in my city Triiz keep the ave busy, really Time is money, my n***a that clock ticking So I'm eating till I'm full, f** seconds give me the minutes [Verse: Dojah K] My n***a who you think you f**ing with, my Cosa Nostra team pull the pump quick I done done everything on my bucket list, that means shoot a n***a and touch a brick If you talking sh** you get smacked up, pulling up in that black truck That Mac-11 and choppa choppa, hanging out the window get clapped up It's Dojah Dojah, that cosa cosa. Cocaine in my nap sack Black magic in my zig zag, and I bust shots so bust back Better than the squad, n***a f** that. Don't come to me with that blasphemy And I'm first, and yall n***as after me. It's plain to see that I'm the king Homicide my next hit, got a 4-5th that quatro cinco Hit yall where them shells hit, yall n***as gon' feel it And all these n***as out to get me word to my little homie Malcolm They run up to get done up, yall n***as gonna see the outcome Turn up with a burner, stay safe just in case And I'm grinding for my n***as, you can feel it when I say That it's Cosa Nostra n***a, GMB until the d**h Spit until my last breath, show respect or catch d**h n***a [Verse: K.Swagg] Running around with my mobsters, busting them choppers Middle finger to the coppers, who in the hell is gon' stop us Start causing problems, then we roll up and start dropping Sparing you're life ain't an option, I will k** your a** in a silence That's a mad fact, talking mad crap. Gun shot, tally mark n***a mad Max You f**ing with a southwest Philly head banger Selling that Cosa Nostra, mobbing with my 33 Gun Slangas n***a my heart is cold and I'm painless, I don't give a f** what your name is You f**ed around and started talking down, now you gon' f**ing meet my stainless b**h [Verse: Hooks Ventura] We used to be closer than blood n***a But since you sent shots I gotta pull the plug n***a f**ing with the wrong n***as made you think you was a savage Now I gotta bury my brother that dumb ba*tard sh** is getting tragic, you living life fabricated Since you started rapping the whole game's been contaminated If M.O.O.D swings just to keep a little relevance I'm showing no mercy, that's a homicidal excellence Murder at it's finest, a**a**ination for truth I told your family get your caskets ready when I hit the booth This is k** or be k**ed, you're a dead man walking You dug your on grave I put your nail in the coffin Keep a eye on your enemies and two on your kin Cause your kin will sneak you for their piece at the end Rest in piece LO2 and take this sh** to the heart And next time you sending shots don't keep that sh** in the dark, b**h