Oh, fra', i' mo te dico na cosa: I' so' comme a 50 Cent A me pure si m'abboffano 'e botte, i' nun moro Geolier, 50 Cent, PHANTOM Yeah Buche 'int'ê porte d'e SUV, coca raccolta dê sub Guardie che tirano 'o runfo mentre s'aiza 'a Triumph Sudo, 'stu sole m'asciutta, songo 'a bandiera d'o Sud Songo 'o carrello d'a 9 ca te permette 'e fà poh Proiettile passate 'int'ê cartielle autostradale Sto cu essa sorvolanno tutt'a Costiera amalfitana Sto rignenno 'e molotov, 'doppo a una a una 'e coglie, anzi no Se l'hann'a bere accussí ce fa cchiù male ancora, Napule m'applaude Stanno diece grade e c'o giubbino faccio a sauna (puah) Si ce steva mo Pino Daniele, m ess a data Na pacca 'ncopp'â spalla e m ess a ditto: Bravo A te sicuramente te mannasse a fà 'e marenne 'E sorde serveno sulo a fà cchiù belle 'e figure Già tengo nu Nadal, pure 'o Bubba, sto aspettanno nu Sinner Chi fa 'o reato primma se pripara na via 'e fuga Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie Uommene e uommene sparano in aria Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow) Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did that shit Murder, murder puttin', working, shawty twerking, opps lurking Start to feel like everybody on gang time I don't give a fuck what she fucking on and she sucking on What's going on? That bread, niggas was blowing, is gone One minute I'm up, next minute I'm getting back But I'm never down and out man, what kind of shit is that? I'm from the gutter, I take nothing to make something I made something out of nothing, now look at me now Niggas been fronting like they going through me something For so long the old school threat sound played out Saying they gon' do shit, they ain't gon' do shit Boy, I fuck you over and everybody you cool with (ah) Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie Uommene e uommene sparano in aria Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow) Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did (did)