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La Coka Nostra
La Coka Nostra
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ILL BILL
ILL BILL
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Slaine
Slaine
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DJ Premier
DJ Premier
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Ayo I been heard the rumors, people asking me why Non Phixion broke up brother beef Eric ditch La Coka? Asking me all types of complicated personal shit Weirdos on twitter gossiping 'bout who's verse is legit 'fuck do you care? Girls got some TMZ for pussies and housewives Who finger themselves to our lives Mind your business, don't worry 'bout the next man's plans Cause there's a very thin line between a fan and a Stan And fuck facebook, in the real world, if you and me met? I'd sign your CD, snap a flick and you'd respectfully step So mind your business, Ben Franklin put it on the coin, Read a book, Donald Gorge made it humorous Exposing the planet, stop being nosy and scandalous Spoken language, part English, half spoken in Spanglish Speak it every time, those beyond the average prevail Even the deaf and blind know it, sign language and braille Back in the days when I was coming up Air Max Amex No wheels, no deals, ain't no fun and no luck Just a pack of hot headed goons running amok Dudes got checked when they talked shit to even it out Shocked, the feard one had started never leaving the house Nowadays I sit back and gotta laugh at these little dudes Fronting on the Internet but act like they criminals We know the difference who the bitches and girls are Nah, I ain't as rich as them snitches at WorldStar But I can spot a rat with the camera phone Who only beefs when he's with his man cause he can't alone I've been the nice guy, but what am I? A jerk now? This shit is no good, something's gotta get worked out Your homie's coming out his face, is that your sidekick? I see the way that it is, and I don't like it If you worry 'bout mines, you ain't handling yours Counting a real hustler's papers by flapping your jaws Only a ho worry 'bout what a pimp got in his pocket Only broke motherfuckers got spare time to gossip I'm too busy and never broke Amongst the clever folk La Coka Nostra, we forever dope, homie check the quote This ain't complicated like hieroglyphics or rocket scientific Just keep your your money on your mind and mind your business So stop staring at me man, with your neck tattoo Fuck your life and your wife, she can get slapped too Who the fuck is he? Bitch, you ain't met that dude? This is my business you best respect that too You might seen me on the silver screen Heard I'm an alcoholic shooting guns at the movies Coming back to snatch your wallet Fist fights and high living You stacked the odds against me and now its time to pay up
Writer(s): Christopher Martin, William Braunstein, George Carroll Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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