the Italian job

muder out black lacs with twenty inch rims pulling up on the block, bought to retake my hood back for the trap with ak 47s hanging out the windows for the drop, bought to make them things talk, bought to make em pop, bullets flying in the dead of the night will make there heart beat stop, when we run in on tha spot, ta ta ta ta ta , no fear of the law in the land of the lawless with nare fear of cop, war in the streets,, war in my hood, when your in the war zone, hitting every single one of our targets for the don carleone , my italiono mafioso, retaliation to protect all that we know, deep in the bronx lil place called home for a thug well know, were here to play for souls, and make life of these hittas gone, we wont stop shooting till the italian job is done, viva la my columbians when bad meets evil, hades called death comes to collect the spirits of the dead people, and bodies litter the ground all around the Catholic churches steeple, we dont want em and they can keep, and as we rolled out we busted rounds in some local cops that started creeping, just bashed the road blocks and just kept rolling shot everything behind us if they kept on trolling, you shouldn't fuck with don carleons men and everyone knows it, leave your body laying in ten foot of snow dead and fucking frozen, tongue like a tie pulled thru your neck, with your throat cut wide fucking open, a sicilian neck tie to let them no that were rolling hard for the joker, a mob hit well spoken, everybody seen it but nobodies talking, and even if they bust a wise guy, every one of us was walking, just let don carleone do all the barking, the politicians at the presidential parking, by the end of the week everyone of our goodfellas would have a full fucking pardon, shaking hands with the may as we all come to parting, now thats the news at the herald in the big new yorker repoted by the real peter parrker, yah dont fuck with the sicilian mafia or we got yah. and the cops with there batons know they aint got nothing. strap a bomb under a politicians car, now thats the dangers of the trap and real fucking trap music. take it as wisdom and use it, dont get lost in this gamgsta life and all its confusion,or its life next that you might be losing. praise Jehova and know the truth of the crime lords of hell on earth ...im jay edgar hova and i aprove this message. Read all bout in the paper of the modern world of the Red Lotus daily..