Goodfellas by The Underground Avengers Lyrics
[Intro: Stevie Stone]
Talkin bout mob shit (Go!)
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I got homies in my crew who ain't afraid to touch you
Come through waving middle fingers like "fuck You"
Rush you, fingers start trippin like mushrooms
Plus who pull that Ginsu and gut you
Pray the lord get your homies on board
Never shoulda let Jamie or Paul give me a sword
They never shoulda let me get together with George
M.N.E. and M.O.B. clipped up like The Horde
Bukshot keep a heater in the lunchbox
Hangin with them knuckleheads banging like a bunk box
Still federal not afraid to touch Glocks
Pushin' weight from the hood to the boondocks (Yeah!)
You put the villains back together (Mob shit!)
The Underground Goodfellas wanted like Fratellis got these haters gettin jealous
Man I took my shot and ran like Jerome Bettis
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 2: Boondox]
I'm a one man army I'm the devil with the heater
Like The Iceman I knock 'em off and leave 'em in the freezer
I'm the reaper with a cleaver duct taped to the repeater
After every time I squeeze I scratch a name on the receiver
A contract killer with a contact trigger
Quick to cock back hammers when I'm on that liquor
When I'm on that shiver down the spines of the competition
Take a closer listen hear 'em all screaming "I'm a victim!"
Yeah I'm a ninja with that mob mentality
And I don't give a fuck that's why they all stay mad at me
Cuz I ain't looking for a nod from the Academy
These actors can't site the lower half of my anatomy rapidly
And I put this on your mama
You don't wanna see me hangin out the Caddy with a choppa droppin' fifty round drums on these bombs screamin' "M.N.E.!"
Now you gon' never see me leave or breathe an enemy
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 3: Claas]
These muthafuckers are about to die
And I don't care about a fuckin' life
If I had the chance I'd probably kill these fuckers twice
Goodfellas leave 'em all hangin in a truck of ice
Run that bullshit understand that don't fuckin' fly
Terroristic 'bout to blow this whole city wide
Twiztid as I'm screaming "Die muthafucker die!"
Got your chest out when it's time y'all just fuckin' cry
You ain't even in my scope keep movin'
Cuz the minute that you are I'm shootin'
I don't give a fuck about these bitches, it's survival
Lyrics are like a rival, better go find your Bible (Your Bible!)
Hah! And understand that the Devil's here
Listen to the crowd roar now the rebellion's near
All these mu'fuckers sure respect holler Claas
Serve before I hit 'em with that shimmy ya dirty bastards
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
Talkin bout mob shit (Go!)
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
I got homies in my crew who ain't afraid to touch you
Come through waving middle fingers like "fuck You"
Rush you, fingers start trippin like mushrooms
Plus who pull that Ginsu and gut you
Pray the lord get your homies on board
Never shoulda let Jamie or Paul give me a sword
They never shoulda let me get together with George
M.N.E. and M.O.B. clipped up like The Horde
Bukshot keep a heater in the lunchbox
Hangin with them knuckleheads banging like a bunk box
Still federal not afraid to touch Glocks
Pushin' weight from the hood to the boondocks (Yeah!)
You put the villains back together (Mob shit!)
The Underground Goodfellas wanted like Fratellis got these haters gettin jealous
Man I took my shot and ran like Jerome Bettis
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 2: Boondox]
I'm a one man army I'm the devil with the heater
Like The Iceman I knock 'em off and leave 'em in the freezer
I'm the reaper with a cleaver duct taped to the repeater
After every time I squeeze I scratch a name on the receiver
A contract killer with a contact trigger
Quick to cock back hammers when I'm on that liquor
When I'm on that shiver down the spines of the competition
Take a closer listen hear 'em all screaming "I'm a victim!"
Yeah I'm a ninja with that mob mentality
And I don't give a fuck that's why they all stay mad at me
Cuz I ain't looking for a nod from the Academy
These actors can't site the lower half of my anatomy rapidly
And I put this on your mama
You don't wanna see me hangin out the Caddy with a choppa droppin' fifty round drums on these bombs screamin' "M.N.E.!"
Now you gon' never see me leave or breathe an enemy
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit
[Verse 3: Claas]
These muthafuckers are about to die
And I don't care about a fuckin' life
If I had the chance I'd probably kill these fuckers twice
Goodfellas leave 'em all hangin in a truck of ice
Run that bullshit understand that don't fuckin' fly
Terroristic 'bout to blow this whole city wide
Twiztid as I'm screaming "Die muthafucker die!"
Got your chest out when it's time y'all just fuckin' cry
You ain't even in my scope keep movin'
Cuz the minute that you are I'm shootin'
I don't give a fuck about these bitches, it's survival
Lyrics are like a rival, better go find your Bible (Your Bible!)
Hah! And understand that the Devil's here
Listen to the crowd roar now the rebellion's near
All these mu'fuckers sure respect holler Claas
Serve before I hit 'em with that shimmy ya dirty bastards
[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
Couple hundred grand nah it ain't much (Mob shit!)
One phone call you can get touched (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
Keep the family biz on the down low (Mob shit!)
Fucking with the family get your eyes closed (Mob shit!)
Then we gave Tommy a to-do list (Mob shit!)
Goodfellas always got a full clip (Mob shit!)
This is mob shit