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The Alchemist - Godfather Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Hit-Boy & Boldy James]
Niggas is cross artists-es, for what?
Where we at? Gangsters make the world go 'round

[Chorus: Big Hit & Boldy James]
I would die a thousand deaths 'fore I cross you (What else?)
Exhaust every breath 'fore I cross you
Livin' my life like it's Godfather Part II (Mafia)
Real dope runner, I ain't come up off no lawsuit (Not at all)
I'm up to my dick with these bricks (With these blocks)
La nègre El Chapo with sticks (Brrt)
Hit it with a one, cut it with the mix
Real-life Paid in Full, Ace, Boogie, Money Mitch

[Verse 1: Big Hit & Boldy James]
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' the 6
On lanes, what you need? Nah, nah, whip up a brick (Skrrt, skrrt)
Disrespect mine, I'll whip it out quick
Thousand grits, sixty a piece, gettin' fifty a clip (Yeah)
Lips glued shut, got rewarded for zippin' my lip (Shh)
Cereal box full of 'caína, Trix is for kids (Rabbit out the hat)
Out of nowhere, pop up on you like this shit was a quiz (Grrt)
Playin' snatchies with the bag, we want dibbies and divs
Homie want a cutie, I threw dude a pound
I blew a Blood up quick, he disappeared out of town (Chyoom)
The plug said money down, kidnap, tie him down
Saw his head off, shit down his neck, gun him down (Grrt)
PDL, PDL, supplyin' the world
Pasadena to Detroit and call the shots from a cell
Know the feds fishin' on the net, these niggas jail bait
We got all these niggas in check, this ain't no stalemate
[Chorus: Big Hit & Boldy James]
I would die a thousand deaths 'fore I cross you (What else?)
Exhaust every breath 'fore I cross you
Livin' my life like it's Godfather Part II (Mafia)
Real dope runner, I ain't come up off no lawsuit (Not at all)
I'm up to my dick with these bricks (With these blocks)
La nègre El Chapo with sticks (Brrt)
Hit it with a one, cut it with the mix
Real-life Paid in Full, Ace, Boogie, Money Mitch

[Verse 2: Boldy James & Big Hit]
You ever owed up for ten blows? Thirty packs?
Hundred pounds of Baby Za'? Fifty pounds of turtle crack?
Merchandisin' in the heat, street ties, certified
Tied in with Big Hit, got three fives for thirty-five (Oh, yeah)
Skimmin' the extras off the top, he want it circumcised
I'm certified, I serve them pints, the syrup make 'em swerve and slide
Got pink pills in water, blue whales, killer dolphins (Swear)
Purple hills'll cost you, Big Hit just bossed up (Big some)
Right back at it, Mr. Red Magic (I'm back)
In a rag six-ace backin' up traffic (Like that)
Auto six-fifty, with two bad bitches
Gone off the sticky, want bricks? Just hit me (What else?)
Two of America's most wanted, dead or alive (It's the twenty-seven)
Playin' with them finger-lickings, no Kentucky Fried
They know we gettin' to this chicken, we don't shuck and jive
Runnin' through the big birdies like a turkey drive (Yeah)
[Chorus: Big Hit & Boldy James]
I would die a thousand deaths 'fore I cross you (What else?)
Exhaust every breath 'fore I cross you
Livin' my life like it's Godfather Part II (Mafia)
Real dope runner, I ain't come up off no lawsuit (Not at all)
I'm up to my dick with these bricks (With these blocks)
La nègre El Chapo with sticks (Brrt)
Hit it with a one, cut it with the mix
Real-life Paid in Full, Ace, Boogie, Money Mitch