Lion

[Verse 1: Styles P] Heard if you jerk off too much you probably go blind nigga It's probably why I don't see you niggas Tan Tims, construct joints Caught 'em up at Hunts Point Starting speaking Mandarin, fly when he scrambling Always caught gambling, big bricks he handling Started talking about all the coke and the heron I pulled into Exxon, put my bitch Deb on Course she caught the weapon, the female you slept on And I don't trust homes as far as I can throw him though Laughing and I'm joking but I'm acting like I know him though He bust a key open and sniffed an eighth in front of me I ain't give a fuck as long as he didn't try to fron on me Goose bumps flowing from the alcohol consumption We on the block working still pumping open junction Frequently I met with his crew shit secretly Plottin' cause they hate him It's cool if they eat with me Plus they heard about my style They don't want beef with me [Hook: Styles P] Mafioso so they know I got the heat with me Mafioso so they know I got the street with me Mob niggas eat with me, pretty bitches sleep with me Rough life but steet dons living easily Mafioso so nigga you supposed to pay Mafioso so nigga we supposed to spray You ain't got money, see us, you can hold some yay But you can never sleep Nigga it's forever beef [Verse 2: Noreaga] Brought 'em to the meat store Chopped it with the ham hocks Then we sent the fingers to his man and his mom's spot Do 'em with the cow meat, said a prayer over him Now they he halal meat, mince meat, foul feet Do the rest to his body in Jers in Secaucus, Queens Boulevard, the meeting, diner met in Georgia Hit the city with the Taurus, we heard they looking for us Them niggas know my math ain't a damn so call us But we ready for war so hit 'em in the torso Hittin' bosses, lieutenants and soldiers also This is the Latin black Costra Nostra Hit ya with the coacha coacha Testarosa wanted poster, hood-style roller coaster Still I hit the roach I hold the toaster with the holster [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] Hey yo we smoke quarters Fuck with some hoes, sly record 'em We snatch 'em up, gut 'em and throw 'em back in the water Eating only pasta kids Mobster kids running Red Lobster shit Yoke you from your dreads twist a rasta spliff Hussein Bolt with a coat Adidas on sweats sitting up in a boat Lit it throat, my ninja's blood thirsty they won't Be 'round you circle niggas that poke Drop the coke Cartels maxing in Gazelles eating scallions [?] eat chow with Italians, more Valiums Paying judge's Las Vegas mug shot This is the rug spot lift and whiff you Rinse and rip you I'm at the table, eat your lentils [Hook]