This Is War

La Coka Nostra

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    Yes sir? Ihat? it's fucking coka.
    It's clockwork apocalypse, mass armageddon
    Moving too fast, don't ask me where I'm heading
    Shake your ass in the dice bitch, roll me a seven
    Fresh like huggy, take you all the way to heaven
    Sipping on absinthe, smoking on a primo
    Kid I got family like a fucking gambino
    Shoot you in the gut like I'm junior soprano
    You talk batshit crazy but you won't do guano
    You're just another victim, picked and plucked
    Your chick came back stage, my dick got sucked
    My arrogance scary and aristocratic
    Bitch I ain't snobby, I'm problematic
    I'll scream "bomb" in the lobby and I'll cause a panic
    It's iceberg whitey, I'll sink your titanic
    Rep's gigantic, flow is tyranic
    Like saddam hussein high on 'caine and xanax
    This is war, aim still and heat up the steel
    This is war, capo regime, captains at the hill
    This is war, chemical agents used in the fields
    This is war, grind 'em up like hamburger hill
    We don't give a fuck if we gotta step with your family
    I'm a kidnap your moms and fedex you her panties
    We top dollar, we pop lamas
    We not promised tomorrow so we involved in all types of horror
    Never caught up in that bullshit divide and conquer
    Riding for my homies means I'll probably die a monster
    I'm a certified mobster, la coka rock star
    Fuck music, I'm talking about the block, pa
    I'm talking about bullet holes the size of god's heart
    And choppers that could put satan inside a pine box
    Imagine what we'd do to you if we wanted to
    Pay lapd to pop you like amadou
    I buy anybody, everybody got a price
    Everybody got a momma, everybody got a wife
    Everybody got someone he likes or loves
    Spike them with drugs and decorate their life with their blood
    I'm the motherfucking dre killer
    President bush learned me well
    Hit anybody on the outside from jail
    Big left, I handle bars like I'm stuck on rails
    Yes, a breath of fresh air like you're opening sails
    List, it's not really that hard, just picture the facts
    Welcome to the major leagues where mics are baseball bats
    And I'm back, make believe it's '88 and I'm crack
    You can tell the shit's mine by the navy blue caps
    New york yankee fitted the bronx was the beginning
    Where cats got cement shoes to limit their swimming
    This is real life, fighting like pits
    Duct taping the grip
    A true hollywood story that fits
    Wield the steel in the field, my fate's already sealed
    I'm stuck in a game show between deal or no deal
    I spit you know the name, I'm not for playing games
    Get you higher in vertical than my man david blaine

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