These are the men who lead the crime
Yeah, god, be havin' my whole steez laced
When Rza do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that
Picture Afro, big shish, ka bobs and daishikis
I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives
Smack on, swing like batons
Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects
'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
For them you know, guys that I fooled with
Plus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, rich Liberace
Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
Until the last round I shine
They still gettin' this paper scraper
That attract bow legged bitches with wide horse gaps
Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on rap
You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness of
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns
The biochemical slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
Drugs destroy your mind and destroy
Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin
Now, where I come from cats be carryin' marryin' drug money
But i'm equipped with mad white, Morris the rap got nine lives
Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin' like Lakers
Aim glocks train style, figaro fly jewel
One's true mind now let's get colorful like money green
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
Were killers themselves how you
Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that
Of organized crime and if
Destination be the cash when I step past one
High roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
Tri color cubans swervin we'll pow with germans in suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
And then I still never go down
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow
Families of america, I control 26,000
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Most want niggas smoked like Hilshire farms
