[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, yo, Terrorist shit, bitch, yeah (I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up, I'm think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up) Get with the fucking program, yo (I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up)
[Dom Pachino] For good, I'm misunderstood, hood, up to no good At least that's how they perceive me, please believe me Dog... shit, I can be greasy I walk in a store, they follow, watch me weave me Is it because I'm latin? And statistics show Nine out of ten be carrying, shit, my preference is the gatling I was raised in Staten, twenty minutes from Manhattan With pigs, drug dealers and the folks thats ratting I established my young life of crime, jail time, shit I don't wanna brag or nothing, but yea, niggas know me I've never been a douja, only the boss or the co-d Shit, I take it back to an O.E., I'm not that old But considered an O.G., you fronted when I was broke, don't like you know me...
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up
[Dom Pachino] Yo, Dom P. I come through and wont beg my pardon My ego's like, I'm starring in the Garden My hustle's like, I hustle Newport by the carton I'm starving, but I'm not fiending, dreaming but I'm not wishing I spent years in Hell's Kitchen... I got a reason I can bitch, but I'm not a bitch I got a story I can tell you, but I'm not a snitch Had a hot bitch, shit, I got a hot bitch Let me stop talking shit, cuz when I talk shit I walk shit It's usually in the dark, on the graveyard shift Kid, that's when I smoke my late night spliff The fiends they keep coming, the D's, they keep coming Try and, get out the game, but the green keep coming See me and it mean something, with a slug muffin, puffing something Greener, than a swan thing, and when I come through They comp me, move nonchalantly, valet, niggas park me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Dom Pachino] Now fix ya silly fucking neck... Start acting.. yo... knowhatimean, just fucking do it...
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[Dom Pachino] For good, I'm misunderstood, hood, up to no good At least that's how they perceive me, please believe me Dog... shit, I can be greasy I walk in a store, they follow, watch me weave me Is it because I'm latin? And statistics show Nine out of ten be carrying, shit, my preference is the gatling I was raised in Staten, twenty minutes from Manhattan With pigs, drug dealers and the folks thats ratting I established my young life of crime, jail time, shit I don't wanna brag or nothing, but yea, niggas know me I've never been a douja, only the boss or the co-d Shit, I take it back to an O.E., I'm not that old But considered an O.G., you fronted when I was broke, don't like you know me...
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up I think I'm gon' make 'em hang it up
[Dom Pachino] Yo, Dom P. I come through and wont beg my pardon My ego's like, I'm starring in the Garden My hustle's like, I hustle Newport by the carton I'm starving, but I'm not fiending, dreaming but I'm not wishing I spent years in Hell's Kitchen... I got a reason I can bitch, but I'm not a bitch I got a story I can tell you, but I'm not a snitch Had a hot bitch, shit, I got a hot bitch Let me stop talking shit, cuz when I talk shit I walk shit It's usually in the dark, on the graveyard shift Kid, that's when I smoke my late night spliff The fiends they keep coming, the D's, they keep coming Try and, get out the game, but the green keep coming See me and it mean something, with a slug muffin, puffing something Greener, than a swan thing, and when I come through They comp me, move nonchalantly, valet, niggas park me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Dom Pachino] Now fix ya silly fucking neck... Start acting.. yo... knowhatimean, just fucking do it...
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