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Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot?

I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop

Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready

Meet me at Vito's with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti

Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor, Joey Crack, buck 'em all

If they move, Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore!

Dead in the middle of Little Italy

Little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly

It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L

Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill

I'm still the fat one that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake

Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tré-eight

I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children

Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin'

Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian

The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin'

A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss

Forever and take all the cheddar like child support

I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves

A brother from another mother sent from the above

A thug nigga just like me, one of the best, might be

Even better, leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee

Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture

You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer

Hit you with the MAC! (MAC) Smack your bitch, nigga, what!?

You gettin' stuck! My trigger finger's itchy as a fuck