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La Coka Nostra
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Get Outta My Way
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun Got 99 bullets but it only takes one Got a chrome.45, a razor-sharp machete La Coka Nostra, the fucking world ain't ready Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun Got 99 bullets but it only takes one It's murder in the first, premeditated La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys This is cinematic but ain't directed by Spike Lee It's La Coka, not forty acres and a mule The corner hustlers want forty quakers and a tool Breaking all the rules with the hammers and the baggies Since I moved to Southie and my nanny used to nag me 'Do your homework, get off the street, read a book.' Instead I wrote a rhyme now fuck it, I need a hook. And you should see the looks that I get when I'm walking now You should see the respect I get when I'm talking, wow It's like the whole world spun around Raw's out the undergound, I supposed everybody knows Yeah, the surgeon's general, sergeant at arms Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill Record a thirty millimeter grenade launcher mortar You weak mother fuckers need to change your material Serial kill M.C.'s diseased venereal Imperial law, fucking Big Left's a God Capo regime, original head nod The all-American king of late night, Letterman Medicine for all of your hip hop endeavours, man Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Razor bleed in the cheek, machine gun to the cheek Jungle warfare, using the streets, motherfucker My words demand attention like a terrorist with nuclear weapons It's Ill Billion dollar Bill and you're a useless investment Behind every great fortune is a shooter's confession If only the Lord knows, dope, continue to bless them, wet them My holy water stolen Soviet automatics Some mortars from Odessa from street corners to boroughs It's the extra special To these bitches my dick is existential Porno director, let bitches know if they have potential La Coka Nostra, I walk around with the chrome toaster So coked that my nose is totally fucking frozen, drug music Like the coke rock my uncle would smoke Got junkies doing the robot for bundles of dope I heard they don't want to call it Hell's Kitchen no more I swear hip hop got me looking at the front door I used to love her, now I want her smothered When I see all the bastard styles that she's mothered Fuck the Dalai Lama, it's the drama starter I'll blow the spot like an Al Aksa martyr Better lock up your guns, hide away your daughter Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water Cause the fire water numb the Irish man's pain It's the Samurai Druid from the Highland Plains Like William Wallace and Michael Collins Beat you down, scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
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