Castellammarese War

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These are the real Sopranos.

Step back man, you don't know what the fuck-

This the kind of mob movie you ain't gon' find Robert De Niro in My homies sell heroin and use it every here and again I usually got the ICE with me, but I ain't lookin' for illegal aliens Every night, I just be gamblin' and hustlin' And scramblin' and cuffin' shit Chase it down, makin' rounds, break it down We up again quick Box just landed in the mail, he said my cousin sent it All I know is do or die, the food'll fly You get me and you knew they tried But who am I?

Just knew the guy Just used to front 'em two at a time Maybe three, grand jury's comin', they say it's a made man Told the lawyer, "Tell your friends it's less than ten" A win's a win, I'll take the plea I had to be blind for a while, that's what made me see Remember I was puttin' dimes in them vials 'til I saved a G Ain't nothin' but crimes in my file , this ain't make-believe

Chris Wall, Northern like A&E Panda in my ACG When you buyin' raw, you can't be cheap and it can't be leaks The disrespect live on the internet until the day we meet The feds playin' to catch you red-handed, you gotta take the plea Take a seat, when the wolves come, we gon' take the sheep You paranoid when a feather fall and it could break your sleep Safe and keep, deposit lockbox, you gotta play for keeps The microwave like a shot clock and I wait 'til three Blatantly, I turn my mother's steps into a bakery Wait and see, if the work good, it shouldn't take a week This my shit, I feel like these projects was made for me It's great for me, if y'all get stepped on, that's great for me She said my outfit just screams hate I said I should be your favorite 'cause I ain't on the Epstein tapes , uh

PSA to you hoes, we hate them boots with feathers I see your friend shakin' ass, can you do it better?

Since Camby, ain't been a bigger nigga Consider killer, he want twenty-five hundred like Gorilla's sister Before we die, we got a lot to live

Her mama know I sell cane, so she gon' watch the kids She should be on Zeus, shorty wild as shit All she do is swallow babies and say childish shit You say the game dead, you played wrong Know where the bad bitches at, let's take his charges like

Trey Mong The kids used to look up to you, now them days gone

Uh, I done took losses on this road traveled Fuck a judge with a rogue gavel

Nigga, I still predict snow like a groundhog with no shadow

These are the real Sopranos