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Corleone
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FINISHED SONGS Surrounded by simple minds
That could never understand
How I was raised to be a great man
By a great man
Who was raised by a great man
That came before he
So what made you think
You could disrespect me
Son I'm three life times
Packed into one frame
With way to much game
To be contained in one brain
Check how I maintain
Breathe flames and spit game
Rain pain on lames
And maintain my swing
I am a damn boss
So I make moves on the daily
Work another hustle
Make these other suckers pay me
Because money is essential
Respect is a nessesity
So who do you think your checking
You can never get the best of me
So what you're reppin
I'm far out of your league
Built to be champ
A completely different breed
A straight thoroughbred
I passed it down to my seed
When I gave this world a gift
It was not fit to receive
Corleone
So if it makes the family stronger
Thats the mission that I'm on
Ain't a sucker in your stable
That can stop a champion
I'm just to strong
Plus a true and living Don
So if you get a chance to see me
Take a shot before I'm gone
So you can tell your kids
About the time you saw a beast
And how he had the family business
Banging in the streets
When you're the best at what you do
There is no need to be discreet
So make these pussies pay attention
When I begin to push some heat
The best around
Has claimed his crown
And what you have found
Is the baddest man in town
Ain't got time for clowns
Because I am steady on the grind
I duck the stress fuck the rest
And keep success on my mind
Just give me mine
I ruin crews like bad news
For shitty attitudes
And coming short on my dues
Fucking with a Don
Will leave them broke and confused
But thats the price they pay
For the life that they choose
Corleone
So get the point little buddy
It ain't hard to understand
If you're not blood to the fam
You don't know who I am
I break the game down
Like bricks into grams
Flip that shit quick
Turn chips into grands
Run that D back
Just a s fast as I can
Hit the lab double up
And then I do it again
If you really want to eat
You stay true to the fam
Before your found face down
With holes in you man
I keep five family's
In the palm of my hand
if you get out of line
They lay you down where you stand
I don't give a fuck
Never really gave a damn
The real stay real
The phoney fall away like sand
But I'll be damn if I let a dummy
Jam up a plan
So I'm holding down the fam
Like the man that I am
Corleone
