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letra de verbal delinquency - cosa nostra

[verse: triiz]
i could get you whatever you want, from weed to the packages
an x i push that like i’m running fast on madden
it’s cosa nostra fam and we’ll blow you off that atlas
clips make you back flip, they don’t know where your other half went
maybe over seas or somewhere in the f-cking islands
it’s triiz i’m doing me, trying to turn a buck to a thousand
i blow a dutch in the clouds, then i’m looking down on houses
you can tell by my outfit, i’m not caring about sh-t
i’m on my bizzy, i twerk real swizzy
mixing purp with my philly, mixing pepsi in my heny
woah, and my product moving out so swiftly
things spinning so fast, they makes my cash get dizzy
and if your math short, that ain’t no biggie
you can ask in my city triiz keep the ave busy, really
time is money, my n-gga that clock ticking
so i’m eating till i’m full, f-ck seconds give me the minutes

[verse: dojah k]
my n-gga who you think you f-cking with, my cosa nostra team pull the pump quick
i done done everything on my bucket list, that means shoot a n-gga and touch a brick
if you talking sh-t you get smacked up, pulling up in that black truck
that mac-11 and choppa choppa, hanging out the window get clapped up
it’s dojah dojah, that cosa cosa. cocaine in my nap sack
black magic in my zig zag, and i bust shots so bust back
better than the squad, n-gga f-ck that. don’t come to me with that blasphemy
and i’m first, and yall n-ggas after me. it’s plain to see that i’m the king
homicide my next hit, got a 4-5th that quatro cinco
hit yall where them sh-lls hit, yall n-ggas gon’ feel it
and all these n-ggas out to get me word to my little homie malcolm
they run up to get done up, yall n-ggas gonna see the outcome
turn up with a burner, stay safe just in case
and i’m grinding for my n-ggas, you can feel it when i say
that it’s cosa nostra n-gga, gmb until the death
spit until my last breath, show respect or catch death n-gga

[verse: k.swagg]
running around with my mobsters, busting them choppers
middle finger to the coppers, who in the h-ll is gon’ stop us
start causing problems, then we roll up and start dropping
sparing you’re life ain’t an option, i will k!ll your -ss in a silence
that’s a mad fact, talking mad cr-p. gun shot, tally mark n-gga mad max
you f-cking with a southwest philly head banger
selling that cosa nostra, mobbing with my 33 gun slangas
n-gga my heart is cold and i’m painless, i don’t give a f-ck what your name is
you f-cked around and started talking down, now you gon’ f-cking meet my stainless b-tch

[verse: hooks ventura]
we used to be closer than blood n-gga
but since you sent shots i gotta pull the plug n-gga
f-cking with the wrong n-ggas made you think you was a savage
now i gotta bury my brother that dumb b-st-rd
sh-t is getting tragic, you living life fabricated
since you started rapping the whole game’s been contaminated
if m.o.o.d swings just to keep a little relevance
i’m showing no mercy, that’s a homicidal excellence
murder at it’s finest, -ss-ssination for truth
i told your family get your caskets ready when i hit the booth
this is k!ll or be k!lled, you’re a dead man walking
you dug your on grave i put your nail in the coffin
keep a eye on your enemies and two on your kin
cause your kin will sneak you for their piece at the end
rest in piece lo2 and take this sh-t to the heart
and next time you sending shots don’t keep that sh-t in the dark, b-tch

- cosa nostra

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