Black Tequila

[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Where's my horns? Andale! Andale! Yo [Ghostface Killah] Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm live, will start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it for a classic killing If I turn my back and walk, that means I'm chilling Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters But I don't do the shellfish, I'mma just eat pasta Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster Love my onions iced up, real little, wifed up Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wake those I'm half black, yo, half oregano That's half Ital', yo, who he, I'm from that Island, yo Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly, ya'll kill ya captain That's word to my bitch that's laid off That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off Team move with hands in the air like Adolf Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off [Interlude: Cappadonna] Toma, toma, mira, big kid Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here, Poppy Wardrobe! Maricon! Yeah... [Cappadonna] La Cosa Nostra, La Familia What, violate my family ties and I'mma kill ya'll Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I'm ghettio Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what Two in the holster, my code name Darryl Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song Ash hanging off the blunt, don't ever look at me wrong In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I'm dirty Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto Carry a long whip, ya'll whip ya ass Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last [Interlude: Cappadonna] Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe Bring it... [Trife Diesel] Yeah, Cinqo de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos This bitch who's Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals And her pops was a gangsta disciple He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward Down in the N.O., and right before he left He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo And smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo About a week later, the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him