Organized crime ain't a ^!$$% real life cause ^!$$%s scared of unity and they can't organize
Remember Alphonse put it in a (*##$ life, but you love your enemy and gotta compromise
Coons of the industry boy you telling lies, ^!$$%s going gay in a racist game of whites

We ain't got no power from a civil rights march, we should a had a St. Valentine massacre
How many white men say they Malcolm X or wear a black ^!$$% on a cross around they neck
Control your distribution boy they wish a ^!$$% would

It'll be Tommy guns, grenades in your $#&@ing neighborhood
You shame of Huey Newton you don't wanna be black; ^!$$%s hate each other kissing $$# for a sack
If you could get some nuts and go to war for the throne, then you could be the mayor of the streets like Capone


(Hook)
Al Capone didn't wanna be a ^!$$%, but a ^!$$% wanna be Al Capone

Al Capone didn't wanna be a ^!$$%, but a ^!$$% wanna be Al Capone
Al Capone, Al Capone, why a ^!$$% wanna be Al Capone
Al Capone, Al Capone, why a ^!$$% wanna be Al Capone


(Verse 2)


I'm sick of house ^!$$%s yelling Tupac name, Uncle Toms bucking off of Tupac fame
Everybody laughing at the monkey with the fade cause he never left his master when he freed him as a slave
You voted for Obama but you still in the hood; Obama taking orders from the Federal Reserve

They won't let him give a ^!$$% reparations ever even though he's a secret society member
You could own half of a NBA team with a major record deal in the black community
But the white man gives and he'll take away your dream if you ever break the oath and expose his regime

The first Chicago gang called 300 was the ops- 100 days to kill Elliott Ness played it raw
If you could get the ops to work for ^!$$%s you'll be on
Then you could $#&@ hos and smoke stogies like Capone


(Hook)


Verse 3:

Gangsters build prisons and gangsters write the laws; Gangsters sell stupid ^!$$%s overrated cars

Gangsters wear suits and ties and give a ^!$$% hell; Gangsters write the code to make sure ^!$$%s die in jail
You ain't in the ready room strapped for revolution; I caught you with your drawers down music prostitution
The white underboss controls the black thug world cause #~!!@ ^!$$%s scared to make a river out they blood

Dark skin, light skin what ^!$$%s fighting for; Racist against yourself so you could never win a war
Al Capone knew his enemy was, Stockholm Syndrome that's why you love yours
When white America burnt black Wall Street the mafia ain't put no bits and kibbles at our feet

Keep the police out your speak easy zone then you could be a boss and run the dome like Capone

(Hook)


The ride or die kind baby; the ride or die kind
Aisha Sekhmet, yeah, come on

I know how you walk no improving baby