Rise of the Black Suits

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Ghostface Killah - Rap

Rise of the Black Suits

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[Verse 1] Young aggressor born into the life of crime I would walk down the street strapped with two nines Bitch smackin', jackin' niggas, G-dub, stackin' figures Police drive by, I was click-clackin' triggers Jay DeLucas put me with the fam to grow I was a boss amongst white boys rockin' the 'fro I had hoes, bankrolls, and minks by the dozen My rise to power was quick, they just wasn't Tryna make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan I blacked out on 'em and started my own clan Black Gambino, black suits, the black syndicate My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate The coke was brought in from bad Colombian mules Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels Street fights started mafia wars in Italy Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddly [Chorus] Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper 'cause it's the cash that rules [Verse 2] Fuck the law of the fam, it's the law of the land You don't like how I'm movin', then try to force my hand I'm movin' keys, them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos Puttin' pressure on them Gambinis and Verrazanos They love my money, they hate to see a nigga gettin' it Sellin' drugs is taboo, but I ain't fuckin' sweatin' it The dirt gotta get done, so I took my position One day, I'm just Black Tone with a lot of ambition Next, I got status, dinners with all courses Flights in and out of the country, they gettin' nauseous Money, power, respect, rise of the black suits Talk shit behind my back, but to my face salute Hugs and handshakes, they can't stop my reign Got the coconut, pilots bringin' shit on the plane It's a shame, they ain't have the balls to make moves They pussies, couldn't walk a mile in my shoes [Chorus] Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper 'cause it's the cash that rules Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes Follow no family rules, rules are for fools Chase the paper 'cause it's the cash that rules

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Credits

Writers
  • Adrian Younge
  • Ghostface Killah