Listen Passengers

Hey what's up paisa', what you think i'm a fucking stupid? Gangsta this e gangsta that e poi vi spagnati u vi lavati A facci cu l'acqua frisca a matina Come on testa i minchia! This joint is dedicated to all italian american people right there Calabres italo dialecto, canzuni i l'Asprumunti I understand, you lost again Listen passengers, we're messengers ca scarpina Forget about it compari e dassa a vutti china yo! Mangia pastina,ca u culu poi si spana Voi u 'rrivi a domatina man? You got respect the words of honor Shit is heavy, bullets in the loader Sette e sessantacinque if you wanna cross the border Give me my loot cause my part is just a quarter That's the code of the street, don't you like? torna a scola! Omu i gissu ti vidu troppu o spissu, this and that,chissu e chistu Tu dassu o crucifissu, sutta nu favu Is worst than in Kabul Fuck around with trouble Mi dasti troppu spacu Agenti! You want the license? quali patenti!? Eu non sacciu nenti, ti interru se ti penti This ain't no fiction, no fantasy like Quentin You're looking for Pacino cu stecchinu ammenz'e' denti? Is for my people, cristiani d'ogni tipu From Africu to Vibu, want to buy me for a nickel? Stakes is higher, your ass is under fire We're flipping out you mind and your father say:mannaia! That's reality no Soprano comedy Rhymes in higher quality,non ti piaci sparati Ora preparati you gotta time to spend to? E pagami u café' ca parru ieu cu collocamentu Ok, go with the next one E quandu parru forzi vui non capisciti E non guardati a me mugghieri cause i know she's lookin pretty A Madonna u vi perduna pe minchiati chi faciti Mister Turi is in your town and got the sound pe l'amici puliti So tell me who the fuck is the boss of your city Siti storti e ribusciati pe cazzati chi diciti Volivuvu sparati e poi inchiodati nte' pariti Cu du botti a pallettoni e poi si llordanu i vestiti You put the water on your fake plastic pistol Mentri eu mentu cori quando cantu e fazzu chistu Ti senti professori just because you're drinkin Crystal Ieu mbivu vinu russu comu u sangu i Gesù Cristu So keep it real pe' figghioli i l'Asprumunti Chi collani i quattru chilli e poi nte mani cincu punti E forzi e megghiu ca ti fai na para i cunti Tu voi merda nte mutanti e poi nu bucu supa a frunti!