[Ice-T] Godfather's in the house.. Grab yo' bitches Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4X) Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out Pimp
Parla piu piano e' nessuno sentira il nostro amore lo viviam io e te nessuno sa la verita neppure il cielo che ci guarda da lassu parla piu piano vieni
Burn so crooked (Crooked) The poet likes to spit (Spit) Kareem, that's my dog Life behind the walls Nigga, life behind the walls Yeah, welcome to Oz,
mo' ruthless And the bitch nigga knew this that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit Tell 'em how you made me offers I don't run with that blood I'm a godfather
Just blaze I spit an' reload things since livin' was gold rings Fuck a piece of the pie, nigga, gimme the whole thing I done seen death, seen less, seen
Uh huh, uh huh, Brooklyn, Vietnam What you, uh, yeah, uh, come on Oh no, big Shyne Po Back in the motherfuckin' heezy for sheezy Gimme a tech that don
[Shyne] Yeah, yeah This ones for my Brooklyn playboys This ones for my L.A. playboys This ones for my Chi-town playboys ATL, down south NC, SC Where you
Shit, sometimes man, be contemplating Yo, living in hell, die, might be better Walk through the shadow of death, my out pissing Rebel, laughing at the
No, we don't need no more trouble We ain't the problem nigga We don't need no more trouble, no more trouble I ain't the problem Solve me, if I am ever
Gyeah, gyeah, walk with me, come on Gyeah, it's like New York's been soft Ever since my nigga, Shyne, been sittin' in prison Yeah, check it Sip things
Swizz, Po Respect our gangsta, nigga Lay down What you know 'bout rollin' out? Big Tecs, big vests, hollow tips all up in that kid neck Po live it up
Hey! Yeah! po For all my niggas locked under the cell this gangsta mash All my niggas turn this shit up in Heaven While niggas was alive it was hell Gotta
Yeah Shyne Gangland Huh, Murder Inc Alright Turn the beat up I seek you Okay I see ya Ma in ya thousand dollar weave, masterpiece Diamond face on ya
What you know about that? The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga what it is What you know about that? Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours It's the "Godfather
Uh uh, uh, uh Ayo, Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin
Feel me a home to crawl inside of you And lay this heart unsure And I'm sick of your sores, ye-eah But I'll always stay sitting, Well I'll go... And
He was young at heart, been through it all Seen all the changes, now it's time to move on If it wasn't for him it just wouldn't be the same He's not gone
is hard to get and once you've lost it it's always gone it's always gone Standing on the railroad tracks I hear the whistle the Godfathers call the biggest
