Laid back with pay checks from trading crack sipping fine wine/
All these mob bosses clip ya prime time to the hip with a "shy" nine/
Spitting crime rhymes; in heads I plant these sinning grime lines/
I aim high; gotta climb skies, knocking motherfuckers with a sly eye/
Another assassination attempt in this saddest of nation's contempt/
But fuck that; need another drug hustle to work; be patient and I'll relent/
These bullshit "thug's struggle"' on my nerves; just a coke deal/
In the midst of action, gotta smoke steel to make fuckers choke and squeal/
Not a "joke" steal; true robbery is when our crew shoots mobbers' knees/
Escape is like winning two lotteries; in anger, some foes threw pottery/
Everyday we dodging death by a millimeter...
Revenge before pussy; every kill gets sweeter...
Pay homage to the founders; Al Capone rest in peace...
In the meantime, we'll all get wasted over Hennessey...
Orders were to wait in the limo for the entire crew to bust the entrance/
Fuck attendance; even behind bars, we'll cut the sentence and "shun" repentance/
Knock knock; gunshot took the manager fast; no one bandaging her ass/
Our savagers blasted everyone in the lobby; save the janitor for last/
We got the Senator's "pass"; hopped on the elevator; see ya cops "metal" later/
Various methods to "settle" haters; guns pointed on the third floor/
Didn't want silence; preferred war while these words pour; heard snores/
Our target was behind the third door; knocked and faked room service/
I assume you're nervous; picked daffodils for his late tomb; he earned it/
No reply so be nice; we'll fight and cocked our shit before the door we burned it/
Everyday we dodging death by a millimeter...
Revenge before pussy; every kill gets sweeter...
Pay homage to the founders; Al Capone rest in peace...
In the meantime, we'll all get wasted over Hennessey...
Feedback please.
I got bored of continuing the story past the second verse so I stopped.
