Ntm - Saint-Denis Style Remix-Affirmative Action lyrics

This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean n***as coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man n***as don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy Wicked n***as, man Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your cog-ni-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who could relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That n***a Paulie gotta die, he too soft That n***a's dead on, a key of her-oin They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest k**er since Bugsy, b**hes love me And Queens where my d** be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina they will see you When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us Real sh**, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with n***as that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turning n***as to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the pretty boy With mafia connections it's The Firm n***a set it Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind fury I shine j**elry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickening, he just finished bidding upstate And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die sh** It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a b**h but God-forbid the b**h divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque Moving cars, your top papi Señor Escobar