my friend Ghanja God was telling me about mobster movies so i came up with this rap when we were chilling... feed appreciated
if you owe us money, wel find you, it aint even funny
I'l 'massacre ya boy' with more bullets than Sonny
smash you in your head with a bottle of wine
I knock you fuckers over like I topple my rhymes
chilling with topless dimes, in resturaunts smokin cigars
and if i need to, i find you, youl get smoked in the bar
and I kill on anyday, even my daughters wedding day
so either way, in the end you're getting sprayed
I bring down the mobsters, with my gat, not like Eliot Ness
and I aint talking Halloween, when I send shells to ya chest
wer blessed, because wer the best at smuggeling alchohol in
you're a foot away from the grave, and you're bout to fall in
death is calling, cause the Godfather is on your back
but I aint going to die, from a fucken heart attack
I'm a 'prodigy' who wreaks 'havoc' when I bring my 'mob deep'
I kill you fuckers quickly cause im blessed with God speed