Once Upon a Crime - Necro, Kool G Rap, The Godfathers

I started as a vandal in Tribeca, protection, debt collector

Manhandling, murder, convert a desert to a gambling Mecca

Chop chop, garages, making gwop off your garbage

Construction jobs make the mob rich, harbors with barges

Packed with containers and compartments

With stolen objects and garments

Menages in massage parlors and brothels in apartments

Speak a word to the sergeant

Snitch and you’ll disappear like ElDebarge did

Kid, and I’ll beat the charges

You’ll get barbequed in your cell quadrant

Choke on the foggage

Esophagus, carbon monoxide, cloggage, guards watching

Dodging barrages of cartridges aimed at my squadron

Fuck you, I’ll Buck at you like Rogers

I’m going out like Gotti from natural causes, blood clots and heart disease

Old like Corrado Soprano with blocked carotid arteries

Obnoxious like Omar Suarez, more violent than Juarez

Mexico with the cartels — Who’s next to go?

Kill you manually, over 7 billion annually

Money like that could buy your way into heaven, chilling casually

Coke Fuhrer, celebrity status, anti-establishment

Folk hero at the Copa, poking jokes at the Bureau

Try to decipher the pathological mind set of a crime vet

Trifer than most, knife you up close, laugh and sip wine, Moet

That’s how the family is

You could be sent to put an end to good friend’s

Life and be expected to handle biz

Damn

Once upon a crime

Two street gangsters rose up to run hip-hop

Run up on you with nines

Say goodnight to the bad guy

We’ll make you bleed

Necro and Kool G Rap, we the first of a new breed

Once upon a crime

Two lyrical criminals, we rule the underworld

The New York dons of rhyme

Say goodnight to the bad guy

You’ll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again

Vendettas over violins and cellos, ships port from Portobello

Kid you’re a heel, you nothing short of a whore’s stilettos

Boss of the fellows, 200 grand horse in the meadows

Acapellas of Sinatra, Pavarotti opera

Doppler effect, correct, ride by with the choppper

Envelopes lookin sweet, fist and the meat district

Waldorf Astoria suite, in the sheets with the heat lifted

Reach and get clips, got three slick chicks

Hooked to heron, all needing that needle stick fix

Rubber hose on they elbows and calf muscles

Rub foes out, ice picks and brass knuckles

Think shit a joke?

I’ll be havin the last chuckle

Rum trucks, movin the cash double

We chewin pasta up in night clubs, white rugs

Take your shoes off, baby, you hear me?

I’ll put your name up in light bulbs

Rockette dancer with the white gloves

Tight snug pussy on her

I just might give her the bookie corner

This crook be on her

Yeah

5 Star General shit

KGR

Necro

Godfathers