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Yukmouth - La Costra Nostra lyrics
[Yukmouth: one long verse] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah October 18th '74, the year I was born A young nigga ready for war It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw And I'm the advocate, crackhead, in '86 we started having shit Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages For my cousin, making twenty off a note But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always fucked around with the big pushers I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus Throw me money for tennis shoes I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to I keep it real with my interviews I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty? So a pistol whip and rob niggaz What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot nigga But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly Like the whole block locked, I live lovely And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer with the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla That's why I say it's in my blood cuz my father was a thug With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga! We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta' La Costra Nostra nigga! |
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