Versuri 09. Fish

Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves 
Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die 
For them you know, guys that I fooled with 
Were killers themselves how you 
Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that 
 
These are the men who lead the crime 
Families of america, I control 26,000 
Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects 
Of organized crime and if 
There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that 
Drugs destroy your mind and destroy 
Your home in the end it'll only lead our country into ruin 
 
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads 
The biochemical slang Lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend 
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens 
Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on rap 
Smack on, swing like batons 
Most want niggas smoked like Hilshire farms 
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap 
That attract bow legged bitches with wide horse gaps 
 
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns 
You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs 
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel 
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you 
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit 
I take you back to Playboy, stash guns and whips 
Picture Afro, big shish, ka bobs and daishikis 
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties 
 
Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one 
'Donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion 
Destination be the cash when I step past one 
Don't make me blast one, I'm cold like Eskimo flow 
Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin 
 
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out 
But i'm equipped with mad white, Morris the rap got nine lives 
I'll take a few hundred thousand dollar dives 
And then I still never go down 
Until the last round I shine 
When Rza do his thing motherfucka, I'ma do mine 
 
Now, where I come from cats be carryin' marryin' drug money 
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling 
Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit 
Plus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole gods 
Asterick, Fidel Castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time 
Play it like Canadian wine, Rza's the rhyme now, the sacredness of 
 
One's true mind now let's get colorful like money green 
High roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roaster 
Yeah, god, be havin' my whole steez laced 
Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots 
Aim glocks train style, figaro fly jewel 
 
Tri color cubans swervin we'll pow with germans in suburbans 
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant 
Dons sendin' my sons membership forms 
They still gettin' this paper scraper 
Fake haters from Jamaica, wizards be passin' like Lakers 
And if you comin' from Lex, Lewis, rich Liberace 
Fetus style and block your goals like hockey