Ganksta NIP - Black Godfather lyrics

Yo check this out, the Black Godfather's gonna take over the whole motherf**in' world, see what I mean? Yeah, gangsta scene. In South Park, of course...b**h. Peace to the Terrorists [Hook] Ayo (I'm the Godfather) [x4] [Verse 1] South Park is where I started making money G I packed a 9 millimeter and dared any b**h to f** with me Slanging them rocks and them keys Left at least 50 dead n***as hanging from trees Cuz in my hood we don't play that Gank my dope they'll find you bleedin' with your motherf**in' skull cracked A nine is my best friend Inside my closet at my house it's packed full of dead men I see a punk a** cop I don't like Hollow point, point blank range exploded in his wind pipe 40 grand in 30 minutes jack Pushing kilos and kilos making my motherf**in' pockets fat I'm a n***a causing harm Come short of my money, it'll cost you an arm The book of slanging dope I'm the author You better not f** with the Black Godfather [Hook] [Verse 2] The FBI wants my head so they watch me But my money's still coming, man them hoes can't stop me Ain't down with me you get one chance One chance only, you snitch, call the motherf**in' ambulance You know what happened to the last n***a snitching They found his wife's head cut off, laying in the kitchen His son was found dead with a cut up face [Dope-E] What about his little girl? [Ganksta NIP] She got smothered in a suitcase Another hit somebody's ganking my sh** Break out the nine and shoot til they motherf**in' head split Chop 'em down and yell timber And if you can't get them, get their family members Too many hits I'm losing business So I get some new connections, solo, without a witness 80 grand a f**ing day I'm clocking 20 grand on a motherf**in' bad day The Godfather, n***as can't ignore me I got so much clout, I got n***as that'll die for me Cuz I'm the Black Godfather Had a n***a bumped out cuz he was short a f**in' quarter I k** n***as for sport I shoot my own momma if she come up short The book of slanging dope I'm the author You better not f** with the Black Godfather Or I'll k** your a**... [Dope-E] Look look look, lemme tell you something n***a. You never learned my lifestyle of living. I started from nothing. Ain't nobody give me sh**. And ain't nobody help me get sh**. So you can't tell me sh**. Anyways, you don't know where I'm at, cuz you ain't been where I been. Do you understand where the f** I'm coming from? [Verse 3] They say I'm destined for hell, but so what I got money in my pockets b**h, I don't give a f** You can say what you wanna say But if I pull out my gun, "Please don't shoot!" is what you're gonna say (ack!) You hoes steady talking that sh** You can't get the police, cuz they're on my payroll b**h A crazy-a** dope man Rollin' with Scarface, the Terrorists and the Peter Man People say I shouldn't have said this They'll find their family shot up, in the living room headless When I'm mad n***as get lit up "Godfather ain't sh**!" [gunfire] n***a get up! I don't play when it comes to my dope Ask that n***a they found dead laying with his neck broke I'm going to hell yeah, that's how I figure But while I'm on earth, imma be a rich n***a So I slang and slang, always packing a gun Before I die I'll pa** the business to my son And then I'll teach him the ropes Cuz a n***a can't get sh** unless he slang dope (Word) Selling kilos and carry a trigger Before you die k** at least 300 n***as The book of slanging dope I'm the author You better not f** with the Black Godfather