Shabazz The Disciple - Organized Rime lyrics

[Intro: Shabazz the Disciple] Gotta organize ya rhymes... In these last days and times... Word... [Shabazz the Disciple] Yo, this one goes out to all my brethren doing jail time To all the brothers in the Hook doing fed time A gun salute to all my brothers doing fed time My uncle Cliff, Supreme and Havoc, Godfather Kline Judges is hanging brothers, giving brothers, football numbers TNT is scheming to knock your empire asunder Three time felons, maxed out with no parole Cuz Guiliani Illuminati, want the black man soul Pataki be trynna smack me with his injection See the black overdose, it gives him an erection I got my style locked down like an inmate Doing a bid up in this rap game, waiting for my release date The CEO is like my P.O., it's like I'm on parole And A&R's up in my a** like a C.O The game is organized rime, comitting crimes and rhymes When this product hit the street, the whole album is doing time Facing the lethal injection for trafficking weapons You get caught with my tape on you and get charged with posession Cuz hip hop, things like gambling, high stakes hops It's my turn to roll the dice and the God got the bank stocked [Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] The Gambino like Nino, rolling cee-lo in a hip hop casino Cooking albums, hustling it like a kilo [Shabazz the Disciple] The record shops, my lyrical crack spot and I got workers Super Beat Street, Music Factory and Jackpot And shipping keys, overseas, and trampeling the profits Cuz out there, hundreds is worth G's The Red Hook Rockerfeller, with lots of mozzarella Number one hip hop, rock seller for my acapella And C-12, my secret service hitman Choco and Carlito, export my lyrical parico by the shipment Freestyle and Bless, they be my co-defendants And General Tso's, Wayne and Jeffrey Garfield, are my lieutenants The lyrical kingpin like Sinatra, I'm rocking crazy j**elry Like Liberace, Pavarotti of the opera With lyrical leaves of coco, your style is so-so All these kilos make workers who be fronting mafioso They bootleg my music like whiskey, this game is risky Traffic and verbal h**n that's imported from Sicily [Chorus 4X] [Outro: Shabazz the Disciple] Word, organized rime... Lyrical narcotics, my style be the big eight that I'm hustling... No doubt... C-12... you got 12 ounces on the scale right now Word up... lyrical drug dealers...