"Everybody down!"
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Here's the local with the coka, put it in your veins
I'm the last bullet in the pistol, put it in your brain
Run up on you with your wrong show, took your chain
Didn't even touch you, my presence alone shook your frame
I'm the product of some fucked up parents
The one good thing to come out of their fucked up marriage
Out of severe stress comes diamonds to cut up karats
And we revere death plus violence, cut up faggots
I'm a member of the LCN, don't get pistol whipped
La Coka Nostra membership has its privileges
And I'm a five-star general, in fact
When I get vexed, It's like a biochemical attack
Stop lying to your self, homes, you're terrible at rap
And top trying to be a tough guy, you're terrible at that
It's the Cult Leader representing La Coka Nostra
Creeps with toasters, constantly with beats that keep us focused
"Everybody down!"
[Verse 2: Jaysaun]
It's not wise to agitate pitbull, Rottweilers and spike dog collars
When your style is tight, novels like knowledge you's not polished
I got that Oswald flow, I explode from the grassy knoll
And snipe from the towers in Dallas, palace demolished on site
Start your breath when you're marked for death
Rocket launch ripped through your flesh and tear apart your chest
Bought a record, t-shirt, CD, and a poster
Do that make you a soldier in La Coka Nostra?
I don't know, but the army's swelling with junkie scumbags
Ex-cons and felons, innocent civilians
And kill them for the thrill of the hunt
I'm in the Mandalay, all tens, LCN tatted on they cunt
Jaysaun, what these niggas need, they only got to ask
Can't measure one's treasure, another man's trash
Whatever your pleasure, nigga, hash, ass, or grass
I got you, it's a sneeze, we keep the Bean on smash
[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Here's the local with the coka, put it in your veins
I'm the last bullet in the pistol, put it in your brain
Run up on you with your wrong show, took your chain
Didn't even touch you, my presence alone shook your frame
I'm the product of some fucked up parents
The one good thing to come out of their fucked up marriage
Out of severe stress comes diamonds to cut up karats
And we revere death plus violence, cut up faggots
I'm a member of the LCN, don't get pistol whipped
La Coka Nostra membership has its privileges
And I'm a five-star general, in fact
When I get vexed, It's like a biochemical attack
Stop lying to your self, homes, you're terrible at rap
And top trying to be a tough guy, you're terrible at that
It's the Cult Leader representing La Coka Nostra
Creeps with toasters, constantly with beats that keep us focused
"Everybody down!"
[Verse 2: Jaysaun]
It's not wise to agitate pitbull, Rottweilers and spike dog collars
When your style is tight, novels like knowledge you's not polished
I got that Oswald flow, I explode from the grassy knoll
And snipe from the towers in Dallas, palace demolished on site
Start your breath when you're marked for death
Rocket launch ripped through your flesh and tear apart your chest
Bought a record, t-shirt, CD, and a poster
Do that make you a soldier in La Coka Nostra?
I don't know, but the army's swelling with junkie scumbags
Ex-cons and felons, innocent civilians
And kill them for the thrill of the hunt
I'm in the Mandalay, all tens, LCN tatted on they cunt
Jaysaun, what these niggas need, they only got to ask
Can't measure one's treasure, another man's trash
Whatever your pleasure, nigga, hash, ass, or grass
I got you, it's a sneeze, we keep the Bean on smash
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