Get Outta My Way La Coka Nostra

[Hook: Everlast]
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome .45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra, the fucking world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, pre-meditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it

[Verse 1: Slaine]
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
This is cinematic but ain't directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not 40 Acres And A Mule
The corner hustlers want forty quakers and a tool
Breaking all the rules with the hammers and the baggies
Since I moved to Southie and my nanny used to nag me
"Do your homework, get off the street, read a book!"
Instead I wrote a rhyme, ah fuck it, I need a hook
And you should see the looks that I get when I'm walking now
You should see the respect I get when I'm talking, wow
It's like the whole world spun around
Throws out to underground, I supposed everybody knows

[Verse 2: Big Left]
Yeah, the surgeon's general, sergeant at arms
Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs
Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill
Record a thirty millimeter grenade launcher mortar
You weak motherfuckers need to change your material
Serial kill MC's, diseased venereal
Imperial Lord, fucking Big Left's a god
Capo regime, original head nod
The all-American king of late night, Letterman
Medicine for all of your hip-hop endeavors, man
Razor blade in your cheek, machine gun to the cheek
Jungle warfare, using the streets