| I started as a vandal in Tribeca, protection, debt collector
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| Manhandling, murder, convert a desert to a gambling Mecca
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| Chop chop, garages, making gwop off your garbage
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| Construction jobs make the mob rich, harbors with barges
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| Packed with containers and compartments
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| With stolen objects and garments
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| Menages in massage parlors and brothels in apartments
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| Speak a word to the sergeant
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| Snitch and you’ll disappear like ElDebarge did
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| Kid, and I’ll beat the charges
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| You’ll get barbequed in your cell quadrant
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| Choke on the foggage
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| Esophagus, carbon monoxide, cloggage, guards watching
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| Dodging barrages of cartridges aimed at my squadron
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| Fuck you, I’ll Buck at you like Rogers
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| I’m going out like Gotti from natural causes, blood clots and heart disease
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| Old like Corrado Soprano with blocked carotid arteries
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| Obnoxious like Omar Suarez, more violent than Juarez
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| Mexico with the cartels — Who’s next to go?
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| Kill you manually, over 7 billion annually
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| Money like that could buy your way into heaven, chilling casually
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| Coke Fuhrer, celebrity status, anti-establishment
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| Folk hero at the Copa, poking jokes at the Bureau
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| Try to decipher the pathological mind set of a crime vet
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| Trifer than most, knife you up close, laugh and sip wine, Moet
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| That’s how the family is
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| You could be sent to put an end to good friend’s
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| Life and be expected to handle biz
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| Damn
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| Once upon a crime
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| Two street gangsters rose up to run hip-hop
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| Run up on you with nines
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| Say goodnight to the bad guy
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| We’ll make you bleed
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| Necro and Kool G Rap, we the first of a new breed
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| Once upon a crime
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| Two lyrical criminals, we rule the underworld
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| The New York dons of rhyme
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| Say goodnight to the bad guy
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| You’ll never see gangsters like G Rap and Necro again
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| Vendettas over violins and cellos, ships port from Portobello
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| Kid you’re a heel, you nothing short of a whore’s stilettos
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| Boss of the fellows, 200 grand horse in the meadows
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| Acapellas of Sinatra, Pavarotti opera
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| Doppler effect, correct, ride by with the choppper
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| Envelopes lookin sweet, fist and the meat district
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| Waldorf Astoria suite, in the sheets with the heat lifted
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| Reach and get clips, got three slick chicks
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| Hooked to heron, all needing that needle stick fix
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| Rubber hose on they elbows and calf muscles
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| Rub foes out, ice picks and brass knuckles
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| Think shit a joke? |
| I’ll be havin the last chuckle
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| Rum trucks, movin the cash double
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| We chewin pasta up in night clubs, white rugs
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| Take your shoes off, baby, you hear me?
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| I’ll put your name up in light bulbs
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| Rockette dancer with the white gloves
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| Tight snug pussy on her
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| I just might give her the bookie corner
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| This crook be on her
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| Yeah
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| 5 Star General shit
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| KGR
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| Necro
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| Godfathers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Once Upon a Crime , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп