Black Tequila (feat. Cappadonna & Trife)

Throw me in a mosh pit, I'm liable to start shit Melt the place then break out like an arsonist Classified to get it in for a classic killin' If I turn my back and walk that means I'm chillin' Got bitches in mi casa boiling fresh lobsters But I don't do the shellfish, I'ma just eat pasta Turkey, Italian, sausage, chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little Wiped up, gotta eat when it's real brittle Poke your nose is where I go with the catboats 11 Sammy, the Bull's ready to whack those I'm half black, yo, half oregano That's half Italian, yo, who he I'm from that Island, yo Staten, crushing niggas like aspirins Commissioner Kelly, I'll kill your Captain That's word to my bitch that's laid off There no cats in the pussy world, I ate it all T moved with hands in the air like Adolf Hand me a big drink, bet I spray it off La Costra Nostra, La Familia What? That I make my family ties and I'ma kill y'all Mi amor dame un beso The capitan, get your hot sauce on my spaghetti, yo Papi, what's up? Mexican handle her hoes All my gutter game crew got border patrol Like czar when I come through black sombrero What? Two in the holster my code names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch great Mexican song Ass hanging off the brunt don't ever look at me wrong And my heart beats strong like Julio Anguzzi Up in the Arizona desert where the shit get ugly All my Staten Island riders, ride or die honchos Get cream all day, leave our ponchos We bull fighting niggas, wrestle with broncos And my team stay tight like Silver and Tonto Carry a long whip, yo, I'll whip your ass Hard head Mexican dope mixed with hash Machetes behind door with a rip in the stash Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last Cinco De Mayo, imported guns from Cairo Got back with the torch to beat the charge like rhino This bitch who's albino, I met her out in Chi-Town While I was out in Greek town ordering Gyros The bad bitch keep a tool in her Bible Quick to murder her rivals and her pops was a gangsta disciple Killed about a dozen Vice Lords guns and knife wars The feds came for him so he slid to the 9th ward Down in the N.O. and right before he left He wrote his daughter a memo, left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blowing into limbo, he spazzed on Lorenzo Smashed him in the head with his own son's Nintendo About a week later the boys came and rushed him Kicked down his door while he was asleep they cuffed him