Teamheadkick - Gangster lyrics

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Teamheadkick - Gangster lyrics

[Intro] In this country, you gotta make the money first When you get the money, then you get the power When you get the power, then you get the women Ay, forget about it Stop being a prized j**el over there, 'right? Bake me a calzone What do you mean, I'm funny, like a clown? Like I'm what, like I'm here for your entertainment? Like I amuse you? What do you mean I'm funny? [Verse 1] I'm taking over this town, you better stay in your home Because I'm dishin' out hits like Al Capone I'm straight old-school, are you talking to me? I got a pimp-a** suit and fish boots on my feet Robbing and dueling and driving and shooting Dodging bullets with precision on my mission as I'm looting Stacking up cash in mad amounts I keep all of my money up in the safehouse The FBI is always hot on my trail But I ain't no rat, I ain't going to jail I'm shooting gangster guns and counting gangster riches Driving gangster cars and f**ing gangster b**hes You'll be sleeping with the fishes when I'm done with you Sinking down in the deep wearing concrete shoes So choose your words or you'll be facing the end Say hello to my little friend [Hook] Damn, it feels good to be a gangster, uh-huh I'm the head of the Mafia I said, damn, it feels good to be a gangster, uh-huh I'm the head of the Mafia [Verse 2] Well, let me make you an offer you can't refuse A horse's head in you bed leaving you confused My tommy gun be blastin', always bringing the pain I'm straight making it rain, putting bullets in your brain Wolfing down lasagna and cappucino Rolling around with De Niro, Pecsi and Pacino Duct tape on your mouth to keep you from talking Watch up your a** like I'm Christopher Walken Sneaking out the dimonds, you just got iced Sipping a gla** of scotch and smoking camel lights Bustin' caps, dirt naps, my tactics are scary Donnie Brasco is my consigliere The police on my back, always chasing me But I got judges in my pocket like a straight OG Beating you down like a clown, acting like a bully Bra** knuckles on my fist while I'm eating cannoli [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm straight running this town and f**ing dropping the beats I'm the Godfather, that's the word on the streets You try and take me out with your two-bit thugs But I be laundering money and selling mad d** Italian bling is all around my neck I'll bash your face with a hammer if you disrespect I'm rocking a hairy chest and my Goomba tan Snorting way more coke than Lindsay Lohan No Federal prison 'cause I can't be caught I own everything, I got more power than God Mi familia, the family calls me the Don Drinking Vino in the car, getting my swerve on More street cred than Dr. Dre or 50 Cent I'm a slumlord, always raising the rent I got casinos, gun shops, hookers and bars Smoking Cuban cigars, I'm f**ing Charles in Charge I'm living large, with those Mafia sk**s I'm always wiping my a** with hundred dollar bills I'm a made man, Public Enemy Number One More notorious than Osama bin Laden [Hook] [Outro] You talking to me, huh? You talking to me? Then who the hell else are you talking to? You talking to me? Well, I'm the only one here Who the f** do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Okay Forget about it