'Cause Charlie M was like my Cus D'Amato We use your mom for drug funds up in your father's Tahoe Trashing your condo, dip out, taking your bitch to Spago Romantic walks under the Verrazzano Heavy ammunition, the MAC-11 with the custom nozzle My persona, baby laser beam, with the ugly color Denty Camo, Kenppi? Lamo Enters whoever follows Cabo Wabo plans Hollow-tips, watch them dissolve yo Back when Howie dropped a package off the Viper roof Rag Jordans, Scorpio fatigues, vests and sniper shoes We some righteous dudes Frozen bills, own 'em fillers? Owning pistols, my shooters, long hairs like Tony's killers A posse pull up on PK Rippers My BK hitters they lifted off three jars and the citrus Up in [?] place, chicken palm straight out of Vinces Supreme blintzes filled with coke Move the soap, with zero interest I pulled a knife on the connect Duffel bag, three rifles and a vest Ready to die like disciples of Koresh Young Gandolfini, head goon, Tacchini sweatsuit We be ready to shoot Hit 'em in the head then we scoot Di Fara's for lunch Dead bodies sticking up the trunk Polero bag with two million sitting up in front North Carolina had, two horses in my backyard Only Hebrew for two hundred rhymes [?] The grim reaper look like whoever holding the shotgun Dead bodies everywhere, jet before the cops come Killers drive-by cold, like the Good Humor man But fuck an ice-cream cone They shoot out your medulla, man Salute to firearms and Mercedes cars Motherfuck a ops and my baby moms Killers never doze off Graze you with the shotty, blow your nose off Razors in the party, take your Rollie off