Gangsta - Necro, The Godfathers

VERSE 1: NECRO:

You’re a government witness, no recovery for that sickness

Just discovery of your ligaments in shipments

To the District Attorney’s office of business

Crooked officers will off you when I insist

Argyle jewels at high profile mob trials

They won’t get me behind bob wires

My fam’s connected, blam your neck, kid

Leave you naked for the detectives

Fucked your wiz with the lamb protective

Everyone dead, the plan’s objective

Go to Miami and tan my erection

Organized crime

Get your organs organized in the morgue for droppin dimes

Made my bones, I put blades to domes for daps

Fumigate rats, carefully communicate on phones

Inconspicuous on the blistering strips

You grill me, I’ll kill you like Al Capone’s syphilis

A shiv in your ribs for being chivalrous

Jigged in your liver over frivolous trivial shit

The Necro social club, Kosher Nostra

With the snub-nosed toaster, Sosa, shoot up your local pub

Pistol whip ya mandible with the grip handle

Enter your skull through your skully for pulling a Sammy the Bull

I’m intangible

You’re a flammable flamboyant fag in the can

Your panties got pulled

BRIDGE:

Gangsta x2

We keep it gangsta

Giacana

Gangsta

Necrodamus

It’s the Godfathers of the gangster death rap/ We keep it gangsta

Criminal gang, pop them thangs

Nec and G Rap make your brains hang

Run up on you, pop your top hops

Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2

VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP:

Thug impression player, iron press your blazer

Put him in press papers, EMS, press your chest to save ya

Fuck you tryina impress, get hooked to respirators

Cranium x-rayers, brainwave displayers

Leave your brain like Rain Man’s in the rain and lay ya

Fish knife fillet ya, you Fisher-Price, I’m Guy Fisher type

Fishermen rod to fish you later

G official as a fist-up Panther party

You get wheeled in a wheel chair, baby, pamper party

I slumber party your family

I’m part Hannibal breed, like animals deep in a dark safari

No Christopher Reeves get to breathe, you seed seller

I squeeze, fella, believe, bleed in a deep cellar

No sea sheller, them shells Felony B’s, fella

You see, fella?

no he fell in the weeds, fella

Not convinced, sell your bullshit to retailers

Way too frail, you trail me?

you see failure

Go view some trailers

You’re too used to fiction, it’s crucifixion, bitch I’ll nail ya

CHORUS:

Gangsta

We keep it gangsta

We’ll bitch smack ya with the gat

Gangsta

We keept it gangsta

Bitch smack, bitch smack you with the gat

Criminal gang, pop them thangs

Nec and G Rap make your brains hang

Run up on you, pop your top hops

Llamas, choppers, fuck all coppers x2