Gangsta The Godfathers (rap duo)

CHORUS: Gangsta, we keep it gangsta

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