Cosanostra

Yo, Jeffery Hype
Yo, War Teacha
Weh Ratty and Shotty?
Dem deh pon di borderline and a kick of, enuh, dada
Alright, forward inna dah room yah
Show you a ting

Grab it, attach it, thugs no carry briefcase
Put di Glock against yuh ankle
.45 against your jeans' waist
Go over Gaza through di lane
Ask fi Steve but a no Steve place
If a group a man approach you put
Five, five shot inna each face
But no matter weh you do avoid a police chase
No lead di Feds to my place, mek dem log on, it's not MySpace
Dem is a threat to di life that I taste
Imagine di sentence I face
In this game of high stakes
Power struggle my trace, if you sink you slide weh
Y'ah hear me too, me a roll, enuh
Pass dah .45 deh, pull di door deh
Look, you see some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
War-dot-come a di home page
Rise di rifle with di telescope
Me and you a'par like double tennis team pon tennis court
Mount a coke dem stashes more keys than weh inna Beres throat
We need it roll out (roll out)
Dah move yah sold out (sold out)
Mandela did toll out

A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head

The bwoy name Steve a di target, me and him used to go school
A nuh badman a troublemaker, him have a bigger bredda
Rasta like Freddy McGregor, gangster but a party nigga
Swear him bad like Schwarzenegger
True him ship a couple keys dem
Gwan like dem a di real brave nigga
Look out fi di real grave digger
Me king figure pon squeezing trigger
Crime rate jump, weh we leading inna (baow)
Me reach pon di ends, me see four a dem
Back turn, lean pon a Benz
And a gwan like thugs
Me can kill dem now but me nah lef' di drum
Dem nuh know you, so walk up to dem
Put five inna Steve Miller, two inna him friend
Stop, di bwoy dem smell di rat
By me look a man beat off twenty shot
Me answer back, mi six pants a clap
Two people drop, who inna vehicle trap
Me run down pon di bwoy den buss him head
Pull di trunk, coke worsen it, open it
By di trunk pull, me hear di siren
Me n'ave nuh wait a wait
Everybody dead and blood a run like ink in Papermate
Steve, alone nuh deh deh, me a go catch him at a later date
Grab di drugs, nuh done di box, lef' box

A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head

Me a go weh so me back turn, wrong ting
Betta me did not turn, shot from outta nowhere
Look 'round, Steve there
Me drop di box, grab di Glock, clap him back
It happen that di strappin' drop, me drop mi strap
Me dash it weh, take a 9 from off a one a di corpse
Blood soak mi Clarks, me beat it like a child fi get di marks
Steve life loss
Inna him face coppa through di glass
When me look mi second drop and block di shot from Stephen out him back
Cops arrive, me drop di gun, me drop mi stash
Walk away quickly like a junkie leave a junkie shot
Me lose di coke, me lose di money
Mi friend unda police gather at di hospital
Me a buss him out though, God know ask di guard

A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head