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LA COKA NOSTRA lyrics : "Mossad"

[Verse 1]
I was born in Dorchester in the midst of the torn seventies
With bad memories, bad habits, and sworn enemies

Terrifying prospects, baptized in fire
Black Irish chipped teeth, fast lives and liars
Cars with fast tires, (*##$es with no morals

Money with no questions, caskets with no florals
Bodies with no headstones, dirt naps and apathy
I grew up in this, now the worst cats is after me

Junkies and con artists with the rivals and survivalists
Eyes emits a deep abyss, I sleep with this connivingness
No wonder why this virus blister when you ride with us

We can't rid of all the sickness that's inside of us
It's just a gun but it feels like it's such a heavy burden
It's just a song but I feel the need to fit every word in

It's just some whiskey but I can feel that the Chevy swerving
Are you ready to die now? You better be certain
[Chorus]

Make moves like Mossad, I'm close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard
I'd rather take a bullet to the dome than stop

So I'mma keep on going till the world is ours
Make moves like Mossad, I'm close to God
Close to the jackpot though the road is hard

I'd rather take a bullet to the dome than stop
So I'mma keep on going till the world is ours
[Verse 2]

Foolish cause problems to ? start eons ago
Shoot on targets and divebomb,we on a roll
Ski on the snow, try not to sniff yourself off the cliff

Know the ledge, know who your enemy, be certain who's your friend
My shooters laugh at things like human trafficking
And looming anarchy, impending doom, consuming savagary

But keeping it real goes wrong, it's not funny
You can get ? $#&@ up like Slick Rick when he shot his cousin
I seen the worm holes through sherm smoke

Seen family members burn !@%!e and OD then turn cold
Secret to surviving is not dying and pop iron
Stop trying to be something you're not, stop lying

Death and life are in the power of the tongue
Watch your mouth, what you say could get you showered with the gun
Crew spray your soul away

draped in hatred and torture bones brigade like Stacy Peralta
[Chorus]

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