Italiano motto   Train like Cus Damato   Guard your plant   Recline low black milano   Blessed God feelin kosher   One in the top of the toaster   ???   My nine is stuck in a holster   Dump quick   Chasing my dick   Made a bum bitch rich   ???   Heard she naked in jail flicks   Mamacita   Black widow turned to be a back seater   Satin pillows a pimpstress in willow   Cookin my blow and heads low   Eye swellin   The son of the grain   I gotta split my wife's melon   So I can see the seven seeds of my circumference   Beaver lunged it   Polishin pistols at the gunsmith   Clever   My mama told me take cheddar   Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate better   When cakes measured   Lock the front door secure   See the gleaming white crystal when its pure      Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass niggas   That smash your Benz windows   Detecting fake niggas signals   Yo live niggas get it too   Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to   Bloodshot red eyes high   Yellow envelopes of la   Opening cigars let tobacco fly   Kicks matchin my shit my gun on   Thinkin of names for my mans unborn   Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves   Put my hat on my waves   Latter Day Saints scream religious praise   Heat grazed the baby yo   Foul shit made a welfare mom crazy   More bodies drop by the razor yo   Paces flow   Grisly thoughts for makin dough   Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash flow   So now its on never wasted a slug   Time is money    When it comes to mine   Take it in Blood