LORD FLACKO - Meyer Lansky lyrics

[Produced by Jonathan "MP" Williams, LORD FLACKO, V Don] [Hook: Imogen Heap] Do just what I tell you Don't come in any closer And no one will get hurt Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two [Hook: Shyne x4] Dark shades, Eazy E Gangland, East Side, real b's [Verse 1: Shyne] Rick Owens, Martin Margielas You wack rappers is dead, call the pallbearer This is our era, double R letters On the front of that ghost, now who want it the most? I'm smokin' Montecristos on 300 foot boats Supreme and Pappy Mason taught me how to cook coke My connect, he from Belize, he'll give you a good quote We don't want no garbage, papi, we slittin' your full throat I move that white girl, [?] Make them fiends come back, blood I put that on my momma Sometimes I can't sleep, nightmares Thinkin' I'ma be the k**er of my people but poverty is the evil Poverty the reason that I go and slang that diesel Leave you with no other choices, middle finger to the RICO And corrupted politicians might as well go stick the needle In the veins of a fiend, triple beam, nahmean? With the blood clot, watch the blood talk Shyne Po, son, miss me with that dumb talk Ain't no cartoons, only sketches when the gun's drawn Fred Hampton, Bunchy Carter when I let that pump off Make the money pile, to the ceilin' please Cowards fall back, and let the leader lead [Hook: Shyne] [Bridge: Shyne x4] This is my religion, gang land, hallelujah [Hook: Shyne x4] [Verse 2: Pusha T] A real man can admit when he's wrong Didn't see a vision, said it in a song The Le Meurice, we had a meetin' of the dons Mind state was when the TEC was in his palm Now it's back to business, bygones be bygones Another notch in this legacy we tie on Cut from the same cloth, quick to let them thangs off Leave your face numb like this kilo that I shave off God! Imagine what I've made off Woo! No paper trail like Madoff Been concentratin' on my camp like Adolf They wanna lock a n***a up and cut his braids off Ha! I guess it comes with the territory When every real n***a in the city's bettin' on me Real b**hes usin' s** as a weapon on me I see the reason why these rap [?] threatened, homie [Bridge: Shyne x4] [Hook: Shyne x4] [Verse 3: Shyne] Fresh up out the prison, where the welcome at? Shyne Po, Mandela, Young Nelson back We just say that I sell some crack 'as genocide But that's a lie, we know the [?] that Autobiographical, I sell 'em rap I just talk about my life, I went to Hell and back You could say that I sell some facts Through the statutory limitations, I'm careful what I tell in raps Roll the window down, and let the semi fire It's 1.5 on the skinny tire See the big B all up on the backside Yeah I'm the big B, flag on my right side I ain't talkin' 'bout it, hold that Bugatti talk Close your mouth, son, listen, John Gotti talk I can tell you 'bout this revolution lifestyle [?] and [?], they servin' triple lifetime Gang rap mogul, used to be the shooter I ran up out the club, red rag and a Ruger Now I run New York like King Tut and Scooter This is my religion, gang land, hallelujah Moses Levi, bury my rivals Make you creeps disappear like Durant in the Finals Worship no idol, holy recital Not guilty, your honor, right hand on the Bible