I Dreamed That I Was At A Club Scene Where All The Thugs Be



Every Criminal Mug Be Living In Luxury What The Fuck G?



That Must Be Bugsy In The Black Tux Over There With Lucky



Bring My Heater Niggaz Might Try To Slug Me



Take Me Out In Back Of The Club And Buck Me And Touch Me



I Felt A Hand Tug Me Then Turnin Around I Peeped The Lovely



Fly Face Fat Ass Gave Me A Glass Of Bubbly Said



"Compliments Of Bugsy " Then Took Me Across The Persian Rug To Plug Me



He Shook My Hand And Hugged Me; Thought He Would Do Me Ugly



But He Dug Me, Pockets Chubby Said, "Nino Where Them Drugs Be?"



Over There By The Derby, Buy They Dirty Devils From Me



To Keep My Paper Sturdy, Yo Word G



I Ain't Afraid To Get My Hands Dirty, You Heard Me?



I Be D And Fuck All That Living Thirsty, So Nino



Do His Out In Jersey, Showin No Mercy, With Frank Nitty



Who Else And, Some Nigga With A Babyface That They Called Nelson



Bad For Your Health, Machine Gun Kell' And Your Dillinger



Death Messenger, Known To Carry The Six Cylinder



Look For My Army, Fatigues To Giorgio Armani's



Holdin The Tommy, No One Can Harm Me; Will And Tommy



Tried To Alarm Me And Quote, He Turned To Smoked Salami



Dead As A Motherfuckin Zombie, Full Of My Ammo



With Bugs Mirando, Against The Grain So, Gotta Send Him



Over The Rainbow, He Must Be Brain Slow, Caught Him Down



At The Train Po' In Santo Domingo, Left Him For Dead



Two Bullets In His Tango, Like How That Movie Shane Go



Frank Costello, Hostile Fellow, He Murders While Remainin Mellow



But Most Of The Niggaz On His Team Was Yellow



Cold Blooded Veins Flowin With Red Jell-o



There's Joe Adonis, Had Mad Dramas, Won't Hesitate



To Put You In Pajamas, Fly Hooker Fine As The Pocahontas



Beauty Queen You'll Wanta Pok-her-hiendas



Frank Broke A Promise Between The Organized Crimers And Old Timers



Costello Gotta Go Six Below, Nobody Voted No



To Veto, So They Hit Him With A Hollow Torpedo



Up In His Torso, He Ain't A Boss So, He Can Go



Without Ever Lettin The Whole Police Force Know



Lex Diamond Was Scheamin On Capone's Scroll



Wanted To Own His Whole Zone, It Leaked Out



They Shot Him At A Pay Phone



With The Big Chrome, His Whole Wig Blown



Blood Flowin From Out His Flesh And Bones



At The Wake At The Funeral Home It's Havoc



Family Got Hit Up With Automatics



Non-stop Static Inside The Rackets



Jack McGern Was Burnin Split Joe Adonis Cabbage



The Underworld Was Goin Savage



Pretty Boy Floyd Was Non-void, Unemployed, He Destroyed Shit



With The Infamous Click, Wasn't To Be Toyed With



Mad Jealous Of All The Liquor Sellers



Shinin With Wine Cellars, Turn Em From Hood Dwellers To Goodfellas



Me And Nitty Was Like Bank Tellers, Nothin Niggaz Could Tell Us



We Drove All Over, I Pushed A Shiny Yellow Testarossa



Moved On It Closer Get The Toaster



Started To Feel Like Death Was Closer, I Hit Capone Hard



Murder Him And His Bodyguard In They Car And D