Every criminal mug be  living in luxury  what the fuck G?
 That must be Bugsy  in the black tux over there with Lucky
 Bring my heater  niggaz might try to slug me
 Take me out in back of the club and buck me  and touch me
 I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely
 Fly face  fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly  said
 "Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across the persian rug to plug me
 He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly
 but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?"
 Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
 to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
 I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
 I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino
 do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty
 who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson
 Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger
 Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder
 Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's
 Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy
 tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami
 Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo
 With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him
 over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down
 at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead
 Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go
 Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow
 but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow
 Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o
 There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate
 to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas
 Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas
 Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers
 Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no
 to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo
 Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go
 without ever lettin the whole police force know
 Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll
 Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out
 They shot him at a pay phone
 with the big chrome, his whole wig blown
 Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones
 At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc
 Family got hit up with automatics
 Non-stop static inside the rackets
 Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage
 The underworld was goin savage
 Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit
 with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with
 Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers
 Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas
 Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us
 We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa
 Moved on it closer get the toaster
 Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard
 Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur
 Beef over, I blew him like a supernova
 Niggaz nicknamed me, The Black Cobra
 The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober
 Act like you got a chip on your shoulder
 And blast the two right through your boulder
 Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya
 Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers
 Niggaz out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor
 Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota
 But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds
 He whispered in my eardrum
 "Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough
 Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty"
 No doubt before we go we gotta murder John Torre
 Yo get all his territory dough and end the story yo