This is the first track I ever recorded..... over the Wu-Tang C.R.E.A.M. beat
A young emcee raisin through the trenches workin on my songs hopin to get better everday From the east coast with east coast flava My boy Tommy P wit some beats
I'm jus a 17 year old cat from aroun T-Dot... jus doin ma thing.
Reppin BROOKLYN
Story behind the song
I have Italian blood, and the MAFIA is a part of my culture, La Cosa Nostra gets my respect.
Lyrics
yo, i grew up lookin up to tha sky/
everyday wonderin why, livin blue colla id ratha die/
gettin high, was the way ta get by/
smokin so much supply, i neva got dry/
but then i saw this wiseguy, lookin sharp/
always at the rackets, talkin to the shark/
nobody dare bark a remark, cause their future gets dark/
but then i saw the mark, a tru gambino/
he was gettin by like don corleone, aka pacino/
bankin more than a casino up in reno/
i realized he was made, a true renegade/
had everythin paid, even got a maid/
anybody step, he'll have gotti wit a shotty/
the man got respect, but whaddaya expect/
he collect wit effect, you dont neglect/
cause he got guns from italy, feared considerably/
like niki santoro, he bury you easily/
while i stun wack emcees, wit my expertise/
people are stunned when he whacks their family/
he does the deed, wit ease, than grabs the cheese an leaves/
crusin wit his theives, its all good, cause he a goodfella/
so raw he kills wit sal monella/
even nelson mandela, he dont give a fuck/
he'll come at ya like a truck ready to buck/
so you'll need some luck, or else ya stuck/
