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Too many of you mother fuckers
Have no idea
What a code of silence really means
I begged for Love but it wasn’t there so I knelt to God and he answered my prayer
No need to sit around in despair
For you can bring your massacre 
This my Thomas crown affair
Stealing painting from mid air
All my Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
Made my bones by the grace of the Don
This fucker joker shown his brawn
Slaughterings worse than Genghis Khan
No more hope this ain’t fucking Mulan
Burning it down worse than spawn
I’m going to build a new Babylon
Hanging gardens filled with chron
Smoking Mary keeps me strong
Only bitch that’s never quit
She’s know about that Omertá and shit
Charging vig on every song I hit
When I say outfit, you mistaken bitch
I’m not talking on Gucci shit
Coming at me a button will clip
I don’t ever got to touch a grip
But I still love shooting it
I begged for Love but it wasn’t there so I knelt to God and he answered my prayer
No need to sit around in despair
For you can bring your massacre 
This my Thomas crown affair
Stealing painting from mid air
All my Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
He’s the master and the don
I guess I’ll call him mastodon
Passing me the pylon
Handle any Marathon
My dick has her withdrawn
G5 on the way to Taiwan
Building up that pantheon
Cause I’m a phenomenon
Bury you out in Saskatchewan
Bank account keeps rattling on
Yours the size of a micron
I Bet you clip them coupons
I’m a king you a pawn
Your ain’t fit to mow my lawn
I here to make the don
Eating lobsters and those prawns
I begged for Love but it wasn’t there
So I knelt to God he answered my prayer
No need to sit around in despair
For you can bring your massacre 
This my Thomas crown affair
Stealing painting from mid air
All my Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher
You showed me how to lean back
Told me to make it rain
Now I proudly serve you my hurricane
Feed me a beat Like Jeffrey Dahmer
I’m ready to eat Keep on my armor 
All I wanted to be was a farmer
Guess I’m too much of a charmer
It’s like lucky Luciano my father
This thing of ours bound in honor
Bugsy Siegel now you a goner
Goomars wanting me to holler
F*ck that bitch I won’t collar
You may think me a mauler
But I’m just about my dollar
Everyday I’m a scholar 
Slapping these demons in the face
Slanging this pen like my mace
All these bitches want a taste
Picasso laying down a trace 
Da Vinci tried to set the pace
Husain bolt about to lace 
Don’t forget it’s my race
I’m already up in space
Sipping champagne with his grace
It’s so nice to have found my place
Hitting grand slams running the base
No mores bitches to chase
All I needed was my faith
Now I unleash the wraith
From my Thompson no escape
Bullets flying with haste
I’m not a player I just f*ck a lot
For Big Pun respect I got
Fat Joe thanks pop
Now back to the red dot
Knuckled heads about to drop
Donnie P up in the spot
Now that I’ve set up shop
It’s going to be nonstop
I begged for Love but it wasn’t there
So I knelt to God he answered my prayer
No need to sit around in despair
For you can bring your massacre 
This my Thomas crown affair
Stealing painting from mid air
All my Diamonds make you stare
Shinning like I’m fucking Cher

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