Genovese Thesis

Lyrics

[Hook: Styles P] Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real [Verse: Genovese] Seems like the day turn to night so quick, life passin' The hole we in massive Narcs knock one of us the next day come thru laughin' So we just mathin' Out the possibilities 70/30 they getting rid of me Start it in the Halla, feel like my father Cock the Glock 1-9 back it's time to honor Joey Geno -v-c-o-k-e-d up on the balcony Slick back hair two chokers, Gucci loafers Had his own table in the Copa Cabana had Jerry in the fiend Snitch ass tried to knock the whole fucking team Beat him till he cried like a bitch Like Santorra did at the bar Can't stand a fishy Rats is risky Working wit the boys My consigliere ol'cat wit poise Soldiers none older than thirty living dirty Keep the silence on, don't disturb we The people, no sequel, we re' from Mean we used to, now we get Columbian, sip Seagrams "On the rocks", Bellomo passed the polygraph Now the chances of beating it is cut in half Been in the can since June, send him home soon Back to Calabria we robbin ya Hit 'em with the doe before he leave LaGuardia Have a nice Christmas your Padrino Stack mad greeno in the Beemo Had the 44 on the flo', Seen Charlie big nose Walked with a case of Mo's, had puttana's in both Yukons Had a feeling they was bulletproof Checked it out long black joint hit the roof And bounced off the sounds off Remember that always the doe lays On the table till we sort it, coke lays there since we bought it Ignore it, best things afford it Your weight is nose grams, we be bouncing in the Roseland Strength of this fam like Conan, where no man Could get in or get out, 1500 a night in the penthouse Suite, retreat, never on the feet In the Lincoln's wit the big heat We dig deep holes for those that's speaking Creepin on the weekend to Key Largo wit Margo Half Italian half Yardy Two shades darker than me Her neck icey, sip wine but she love to eat ackee And saltfish, teen tears runnin from the Tauras Fat Rog and Billy now applaud this, enormous Gigante glass to glass wit Spumante Cheers when I go I leave it all to Brigante [Hook: Styles P] Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real Shit revolves like the doors in jail And the more I try to get is the more I fail You know the the tale, power is in the dollar bill Heroes die, cowards get killed, everything is real