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[Chorus:]
My desperados, we call 'em gambinos!
*** like Melchior, Reginelli, and Pheno! [x2]
[Pheno]
This life I lead, homicides in the street
So much a misery, labeled a breeder
So I'm a threat to society
Real with killing, worldwide mafia figures
Thug *** who keep there *** fingers on triggers
To the day that I'm leaving, till they stop me from breeding
I bet all this *** did was make up the reason
For caskets, till I (?) find him dead up then blasted
The get away call, we left him stinking up in traffic
It might be drastic, *** with these desperados
*** like Melachior, Reggenilli, and Pheno!
Chorus (x2)
[Reginelli]
17 shots, coming straight to your soul
Reginelli, i'm down to ride with my desperados
Me and my Gambinos, we strap tight and all black
Bout to hit the *** streets, bring the bullet combat
You know the gambinos, we call them desperados
We train to kill, and fill a *** *** body with holes
My trigger fanger is burning, silver bullets you earning
You cockaroaches wanna *** with me, let's go on a journey
Gambino Family, my click, label me a thug breeder
If I die, bury me with my heater
They wanna kill me and make me number one eighty seven
Any *** run up wrong, *** I bust em dome
Cause I refuse to let a *** *** bury me
I stay strapped and I take this war *** deep
I swore to die for my *** gambinos
And not to worry, I'm down to ride with my desperados
[Chorus x1]
[Melchoir]
Me and my desperados, busting at you *** through stormy weather
Nine milli berrettas leave you haters with bloody sweaters
Popping these *** thats coming for our failing riches and snitches
Going to pay the cost, trying to *** over these mob figures
My art of war is unknown, busting you *** dome
Pistol packing that chrome, look at them *** running home
I make moves with Reginelli, Pheno, and Gotti
You getting rowdy, feel the blast from my twelve gauge shotty
You punk *** gonna respect this ***
I'm the craziest ***, always token a trick
Got my hands on four fives, *** feel my fury
I'm busting slugs until I'm buried ***, behind my desperados
[Gotti]
I take these *** across my ties
And I swear on my life, these *** gonna die
Give me the four fives and a vest, and they marked for death
Picture me and my desperados snatching your breath
It's time they call the don, representing on track
Where my family in this ***? ***, how you love that?
See the money in my eyes, so i'm chasing for stacks
*** around if you wanna get your *** *** wacked
The many macs with this rapping and jacking i'm staying strapped
For these *** made *** who wanna leave me back
But *** that, i'd rather grant an SKS
And put these coward ***, *** *** *** to rest
And you can put that on my *** tatted arm
A hundred strong desperados busting your dome
And it's on, gambinos burn the spot like Saddam
And I tell a ***, dont cross me wrong
[Chorus x4]