[Intro][Joe Mafia]   Shit, pass the clubs it over here   Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft   Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt   Niggas got Napolean down   Gassed their whole scene      [Napolean]   Yo, trial of the century, nosy bitches came from 50 states   Fans walked in with ten video tapes   I'mma wipped out, scored with these cats for three years   Ripped on em, now that fat cat livin in fear   Yo cream dun, grow into this dangerous hitman   Took both families out for a hundred grand   Right hand man, Curly haired kid from the alles   With bubbled eyed Benzes, diamond laced medallions   Murder plots, target it to what this fat cat from Miami,   Who flexed gold just on his Lex   But on one night, threw Rec Poison on his eye sight   Two hundred stitches required, for metal spikes   He survived though, but snitched like Sammy Grivana   Game info about this chick named Tiwanna   Who test about killin and needle, shootin villains   Underground stash location with six million   To take, revail straight mafia shit   Phillipino chick licked coke right off his dick   He paid the judge off, but still got assassinated   Stretched out like pussy wounds that dialeted   Murder cases, some foul and some fixed   Wu-Syndicate, we never leave finger prints      Chorus- Myalansky   Tonight we gonna murder, can't leave no fingerprints   Twist the silencer off, Myalansky, Napolean   Call my man Joe Mafia, suit up we goin in   Shisty can't leave no traces and shit   We barkin here      [Joe Mafia]   We in the crime scenes, straight shoot out   Who thugged his back out? I can't see him   One of the cats shot the lights out   Bacup, pick the gat up, Myalansky   I can't see Gotti, cover me we gotta shut this shit down dun   Turn around son, blow we bust one   So close it almost touched him   You aight son? I got this   He wanna jam son dun, you cop this?   They trying to leave a nigga rockless   When he came into the spot though   Watching Polio get dough   They flashed the fo-fo, heads barricated the door   We made our way out, with the flame out   With X amount, and the crack house stayin on point   Who thugged his back out?      Chorus      [Myalansky]   Tonight nigga, then's when we gettin them, said to Napolean   Meet with Joe Mafia first, and then we rollin in   Once again, same routine, twist on the silencers   Shh! There go them niggas, come on let's follow them   Pollyin, uppin at Lex within the prodigy   You fuck with that rep with that theme, whole town watchin him   Damn that bitch fed as shit yo, pass the binoculars   Now we gettin back in the car, forget we droppin them   Pull up on the side of his whip and starting sparkin him   Silencers on three fresh mats, no one was watchin kid   Though we never forget their ass   Stash the burners, no fingerprints   No rust say shit, routine, go head      Chorus