Cosanostra

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Cosanostra

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[Verse 1] Grab it, attach it, thugs no carry brief case Put the Glock against your ankle, .45 against your jeans waist Go over Gaza through the lane, ask fi Steve, but a no Steve place If a group a man approach you put five, five shot inna each face No matter weh you do avoid a police chase No lead the Feds to my place, mek dem log on, it's not MySpace Dem is a threat to the life that I taste Imagine me sentence I face, in this game of high stakes Power struggle my trace, if you see this slide weh Yah hear me to me a roll enuh Pass da 45 deh Pull the door deh look you see some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh Mek we tek it today like inna the old days Real pliers fi pop out toe nails 12 gauge the real not old nails, war.com a the home page Rise the rifle with the telescope Me and you a 'par like double tennis team 'pon tennis court Mount a coke dem stashes more keys than weh in Beres throat We need it roll out, da move yah sold out, Mandela did toll out [Chorus] A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head [Verse 2] The bwoy name Steve a the target Me and him use to go school A nuh badman, ah trouble maker Him 'ave a bigger bredda Rasta like Freddy McGregor Gangster but a party nigga Swear him bad like Schwarzenegger True him ship ah couple keys dem gwan like dem ah the brave nigga Look out fi the real grave digger Me kill [?] pon squeezing trigger Crime rate jump [?] ina ([?]) we reach pon di ends, mi see four a dem Back turn, lean pon a Benz And a gwan like thugs Mi can kill dem now but mi nah leff nuh [?] Dem nuh know yuh, suh walk up to dem Put five ina Steve Miller, two ina him friends Stop! Di bwoy dem smell di rat By mi look a man beat off twenty shot Mi answer back Mi six pants a clap Two people drop Who ina vehicle [?] Mi run down pon di bwoy den buss him head Pull di trunk, di coke muss in it, open it By di trunk pull mi hear di siren Mi nave nuh wait ah wait Everybody dead and blood ah run like ink in papermate Steve, although nuh dead mi ah go ketch him at a later date Grab di drugs, nuh done di box, leff box and [?] [Chorus] A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head [Verse 3] Me a go weh so mi back turn, wrong ting Betta mi did not turn, shot from outta no where Look round, Steve there Mi drop di box, grab di Glock, clap him back It happen that di strappin' drop, mi [?] Mi dash it weh, tek a .9 from offa one a di corpse Blood soak mi Clarks, mi beat it like a child fi get di marks Steve life loss, inna him face coppa thru him glass When mi look mi second drop and [?] Cops arrive, mi drop di gun, mi drop di stash Walk away quickly like a junkie, leave a junkie shot Mi lose di coke, mi lose di money Mi friend unda police guard at di hospital Me a buss him out doe, god know Ask mi gyal [Chorus] A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money And when we pass through people dead A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money We put one cutlass inna dem head

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  • Vybz Kartel