Black Tequila - Ghostface Killah, Cappadonna, Trife

Throw me in a mosh pit, I’m live, will start shit

Melt the place then break out like an arsonist

Classified to get it for a classic killing

If I turn my back and walk, that means I’m chilling

Got bitches in mi casa, boiling fresh lobsters

But I don’t do the shellfish, I’mma just eat pasta

Turkey, Italian sausage, chopped up kielbasa

Doing hits from home, like an elite mobster

Love my onions iced up, real little, wifed up

Gotti trench men is real brittle, Poconos is where I go with the capos

Eleven Sammy the Bulls, ready to wake those

I’m half black, yo, half oregano

That’s half Ital', yo, who he, I’m from that Island, yo

Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins

Commissioner Kelly, ya’ll kill ya captain

That’s word to my bitch that’s laid off

That little patch in the pussy, word, I ate it off

Team move with hands in the air like Adolf

Hand me a big joint, bet I spray it off

Toma, toma, mira, big kid

Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe, right here, Poppy Wardrobe!

Maricon!

Yeah…

La Cosa Nostra, La Familia

What, violate my family ties and I’mma kill ya’ll

Mi amor, dami un beso, El Capitan, I’m ghettio

Hot sauce, on my Spaghetti-O's

Poppy Wardrobe, Mexican, handle a hose

All my gutter gang crew, got border patrol

Lights on when I come through, black Soprano, what

Two in the holster, my code name Darryl

Ride off in the sunset, sparking the barrel

Long boots on, my horse named White Boy John

Ride that side of that bitch, straight Mexican song

Ash hanging off the blunt, don’t ever look at me wrong

In my heart piece stolen, Julio, I’m dirty

Up in the Arizona desert, where the shit get ugly

All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos

Get CREAM all day, leave our poncho

We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos

And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto

Carry a long whip, ya’ll whip ya ass

Hard head Mexican dope, mixed with hash

Machete behind dough, with a rip in the slash

Desperado kids, me and Ghost, back at last

Toma, toma, Poppy Wardrobe

Poppy Wardrobe, Poppy Wardrobe

Bring it…

Yeah, Cinqo de Mayo, imported guns from Cairo

Got bagged with the toaster, beat the charge like rhinos

This bitch who’s Albino, I met her out in Chi-Town

While I was out in Greek town, ordering gyros

The bad bitch keep a tool and a bible, quick to murder her rivals

And her pops was a gangsta disciple

He killed about a thousand vice lords, guns and knife wars

The feds came for him, so slick to the night ward

Down in the N.O., and right before he left

He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in the Benzo

It got hot, niggas selling, giving out the info

He paranoid, every 20 seconds out the window

Blow it in the limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo

And smashed him in the head with his own son’s Nintendo

About a week later, the boys came and rushed him

Kicked down his door, while he sleeping and cuffed him