Don Vito Italian Cartel by Donxcvii Lyrics
[Chorus]
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
[Verse 1]
Old friends new enemies
Your career's dead, nigga rest in peace
I'm the chef with the recipes, in the kitchen whipp'in them dirty beats
Put your numbers then we gon' see, who's living proof of the prodigy
I'm out here writing this prophecy, you can view me from the back seat
Fuck happen to you nigga, you made a rapper turn into a grave digger
I might have to pull you limb from limb and cut your throat out, damn do you get the picture
And if you're gonna talk then you're getting stitches
And if you're gonna walk then we're taking pictures
And if we go to war then I'm getting bigger
I'm at your door asking for a couple figures
If shit gets real, I'm a call up Billy and Tural
They're gonna come and put you in the ground, 6 feet down
I would do that shit myself
But I'm all the way across town if I need that help
All I do is hit them on the cell
Send them a cheque in the mail, can't you tell?
Italian Cartels, money in the bank so I make that bail
So come take a trip out to Brisbane
I'll guarantee you'll go missing
97 not to mention
Safe to say we done pressed him
I always sensed a lil tension
Your ego is not impressive
Don Vito will come collect it
Gambino will make you breathless
[Chorus]
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
[Produced by Donxcvii]
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
[Verse 1]
Old friends new enemies
Your career's dead, nigga rest in peace
I'm the chef with the recipes, in the kitchen whipp'in them dirty beats
Put your numbers then we gon' see, who's living proof of the prodigy
I'm out here writing this prophecy, you can view me from the back seat
Fuck happen to you nigga, you made a rapper turn into a grave digger
I might have to pull you limb from limb and cut your throat out, damn do you get the picture
And if you're gonna talk then you're getting stitches
And if you're gonna walk then we're taking pictures
And if we go to war then I'm getting bigger
I'm at your door asking for a couple figures
If shit gets real, I'm a call up Billy and Tural
They're gonna come and put you in the ground, 6 feet down
I would do that shit myself
But I'm all the way across town if I need that help
All I do is hit them on the cell
Send them a cheque in the mail, can't you tell?
Italian Cartels, money in the bank so I make that bail
So come take a trip out to Brisbane
I'll guarantee you'll go missing
97 not to mention
Safe to say we done pressed him
I always sensed a lil tension
Your ego is not impressive
Don Vito will come collect it
Gambino will make you breathless
[Chorus]
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
Pulled up one weekend
Looking for the nigga that we beefing
Talking shit but he pretending
The Syndicate gon' get even
Make the nigga stop breathing
Threw his body in the deep end
No talking no speaking
Make the fuck go to sleep then
[Produced by Donxcvii]