La Costra Nostra (Intro) — текст песни (Yukmouth f Daisy)

[Yukmouth: one long verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th `74, the year I was born
A young nigga ready for war
It`s in my blood to get the `fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw
And I`m the advocate, crackhead, in `86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin` is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke; my whole family slang dope
And my big sister was a little richer cuz she always fucked around with the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes
I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn`t finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do
I`m walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I`m balling niggaz from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude
I`m just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around cuz I end up getting shot nigga
But got love not, my hope don`t stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
with the house on `Icula, made scratch for realla
That`s why I say it`s in my blood cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga!
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta`
La Costra Nostra nigga!