Black Godfather

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[Intro: Ganksta Nip] Yo, check this out The Black Godfather's finna take over The whole motherfuckin' world See what I mean? Yeah, gangsta scene In South Park, of course, bitch Peace to the Terrorists [Hook] Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) [Verse 1: Ganksta Nip] South Park is where I started makin' money, G I packed a 9 millimeter, and dared any bitch to fuck with me Slangin' them rocks, and them ki's Left at least 50 dead niggas hangin' from trees 'Cause in my hood, we don't play that Gank my dope, they'll find you bleedin' With your mothafuckin' skull cracked A nine is my best friend Inside my closet, in my house, it's packed full of dead men I see a punk ass cop I don't like Hollow point, point blank range, exploded in his wind pipe 40 grand in 30 minutes, jack Pushin' kilos and kilos, keepin' my mothafuckin' pockets fat I'mma nigga causin' harm Come short on my money, it'll cost you a arm The book of slangin' dope, I'm the author You better not fuck with the Black Godfather [Hook] Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) Ayo (I'm the Godfather) [Verse 2: Ganksta Nip, Dope-E] The FBI wants my head, so they watch me But my money's still comin', man, them hoes can't stop me When down with me, you get one chance One chance only, you snitch Call the mothafuckin' ambulance You know what happened to the last nigga snitchin'? They found his wife's head cut off, layin' in a kitchen Her son was found dead with a stabbed up face What about his little girl? She got smothered in a suitcase Another hit, somebody's gankin' my shit Break out the nine and shoot, 'til they mothafuckin' head split Chop 'em down and yell "timber!" And if you can't get them, get they family members Too many hits, I'm losin' business So I get some new connections, solo, without a witness 80 grand a fuckin' day I'm clockin' 20 grand on a mothafuckin' bad day The Godfather, niggas can't ignore me I got so much clout, I got niggas that'll die for me 'Cause I'm the Black Godfather Had a nigga bumped out 'Cause he was short a fuckin' quarter I kill niggas for sport I'd shoot my own momma if she come up short The book of slangin' dope, I'm the author You better not fuck with the Black Godfather I'll kill your ass [Break: Dope-E] Look, look, look, look Let me tell you somethin' there, nigga You'll never learn my lifestyle of livin' I started from nothin' Ain't nobody give me shit And ain't nobody help me get shit So, yet, you can't tell me shit Anyways, how the hell you don't know where I'm at? If you ain't never been where I been? Do you understand where the fuck I'm comin' from? [Verse 3: Ganksta Nip, Dope-E] They say I'm destined for Hell, but so what I got money in my pockets, bitch, I don't give a fuck You can say what you want to say But if I pull out my gun (Please don't shoot!) Is what you're gonna say (Ack!) You hoes steady talkin' that shit You can't get the police, 'cause they on my payroll, bitch A crazy-ass dope man Rollin' with Scarface, Terrorists, and the Peter Man People say I shouldn't have said this They'll find your family shot up, in the livin' room headless When I'm mad, niggas get lit up (Godfather ain't shit!) (*gunshots*) Nigga, get up I don't play when it comes to my dope Ask that nigga they found dead, bleedin' with his neck broke I'm going to Hell, yeah, that's how I figure But while I'm on Earth, I'mma be a rich nigga So I slang and slang, always packin' a gun Before I die, I'll pass the business to my son And then I'll teach him the ropes 'Cause a nigga can't get shit unless he slang dope (Word) Dealin' kilos and carry a trigger Before you die, kill at least 300 niggas The book of slangin' dope, I'm the author You better not fuck with the Black Godfather [Outro: Dope-E] Yo, check this out, Black Godfather You serious about this, right? We'll kill 'em, dead off, 10 grand, no problem But check this out, now that I think about it We'll do it for 5 grand, 'cause you done did a whole lot For a whole Coalition, you know what I'm sayin'? Check this out, we'll do it for 2 grand That'll be a set price, what you think about that? Nope? Well, fuck it, fuck it! We'll just do it for free, kill his ass Leave his ass dead, splattered, guts in the street Yeah, do it Terrorists style
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Credits
- Writers
- Dope-E
- Ganksta NIP