La Costra Nostra Intro lyrics

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[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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