Letras:Andre Nickatina. The Al Capone Suite.

Its the recess cup yea, nessly crunch yea, milky way type madness. sometimes i hate to begin this, sometime the photographers can stand this, say dead like a battery hit'em off with flatery, i dont do it for the cherity, i have to rap for the veraty, she said yea mother fucker, lets do it on a saturday, toss the bu cape, grab the mo__ jump in the caddy in we went our way

we up n the dope for the next studio droping the rap and we skat to the show tramendious track with the doe we blow,some hate that dont even know me though. we stuff the philly, whats the realli, and we come back easy

ease i'm high as a mother fucker, probly dies as a motherfucker, get tried as a motherfucker, get fried as a motherfucker, but dont let that be ther reason why motherfucker, hardly ber__ far, do it at the bar but dont take it to far, some man, got leaneant, foo they got the ingrediants, fuck be a nigga thats seening it, when you wanna be a nigga thats being it,word.

put it on a hard way, and by the way like a B n an ash trey, gotta hit'em like a rickashay, and when the temp-T parley, and i know cut-throats like scarface, dont hit'em up put'em down on the contract, make your ass a little too hard to contact

Lord lullibuy, king nicky, gettin gone,yea. off that sticky, it see a copy, they say they wanna get me, but i got a body gard like wittney,

(Thanks to fucken sh0 all-yall!! for these lyrics)