its da crime family, stay choppin those Columbia keys
the cream monopoly, milkin cows dry, sippin sangria wit cheese
marksman’s skill tweaked tight, tension’s at critical point
spit blessed like spiritual mics, sparkin flint on this lyrical joint
supreme steamroller, yo I’m the cannon machine holder
lay low like sofas; competitor’s jus got mo pop than Cream Sodas
Sosa told us to prop profits… and respect fidelity
Prison conspiracy killed the last don… still he left his legacy
Traitors get surgery; check the infirmary for roaches
the wrath’s ferocious, got CIA combing scenery for culprits
Eliminate adversaries, 2 barrel’s focused to maim
out of state mercenaries so swift u’ll never notice they came
fuck who ran ya ends b4 me, I’m hungry n that means beef
so fuck you middlemen, ima bring heat direct to ya teams chief
n ya best believe if we clash it aint all gonna be roses
mo drams Dan showbiz, ill turn the sea red den split it like Moses