La Coca Nostra - It's A Beautiful Thing | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Everlast]
I deal out physical justice and actual facts
I keep my steelo hidden like a junkie's tracks
But if I roll up my sleeves, you wouldn't believe
The depth of the deviance that I can conceive
I overachieve, I'm underrated
I've got you under pressure, I'm over medicated
The biters wanna bite it, the haters wanna hate it
Got on stage at your show and I defecated
Every rhyme I spit is the ultimate
Truth from the pulpit, let's cut the bullshit
It's fucking Coka, taking over
The wrath of Jehova's like a supernova
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
I pull out my sword and I cut you down
The wrath of the Lord's what I'm bringing 'round
Pay heed, take warning when you hear the sound

Hook x2
I represent what it means to be true to the game
Or what its like what a hollow tip'll do to your brain
They call me Mr. White, ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
My competition's presentation is so damn weak
I'm all knowing with AK's like Mozambique
So gangster when I creep up
Pull a trigger, Eagle buck, we don't give a fuck
Even Jesus is leakin' blood
From a distance you might wonder what he's seizuring from
But on closer inspection you see it's the heat from the gun
That's making his body rise, homicide, I'm a ride
Like the Cyclone at Coney Island when it's drama time
Ill Bill, I'm a product of the projects, my conduct: Complex
I like hot sluts that suck my dick
I'm multi-faceted, a real deep individual
Limited to new pussy, new cars and new pistols too
This is who I am, you wonder how I kill a man
Millions of fans relate to La Coka Nostra we stand
For honour amongst hustlers, pimps, and thieves
A federation of terror in a war with the beast

Hook x2
I represent what it means to be true to the game
Or what its like what a hollow tip'll do to your brain
It's Billy Crystal!, ain't a more suitable name
La Coka Nostra, it's a beautiful thing

[Verse 3: Slaine]
They call me fuckin' Charlie Hustle with his knuckles,
Now they puffing marley with a muffled mumble saying nothin' hardly
Truck Denali e'rybody hottie
Buyin' snotty nosed hoes, totally out of our skulls
Soles on my timbos, powder white outta sight
Knuckles brashed as a baby, I don’t even gotta fight
My teams high, we blast for funds
Our whole world revolve around cash and guns
DMS villains, the coke and the 'dro smoker
And poke holes in your ho's chocha
From the brokenest cold sofa
[?] dough and MO's and old chauffeurs
You should know already now cause I told most of ya's
We bullshit with Bolsheviks, ginnies, and micks, kykes, cooks, and spics
It's a cold world with ruthlessness
So let the lies lay six deep, the truth is this

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