Story Behind The Song

La Cosa Nostra will forever be a rap/hip=hop group to be reckoned with

Song Description

Lyrical and poetical prowess of emcee/rapper P-Killah aka Urban Legend

Lyrics

(Hook)
Grab the mic out my hand, I stay spittin
Say i'm a weak emcee I stay spittin
If you stop the beat, I stay spittin
Edit my rhymes I stay spittin
When it's money involved I stay spittin
Freak-A-Style on my side I stay spittin
Biggie Smalls Tupac, they stay spittin
P-Killa the Don, he stay spittin

(1st Verse)
Ain't got no bling bling but spit bars cold like sing sing
King Ding a ling, three times like "Lord of the Rings"
Cock and aim, we ready to bang
Stay in your lane, injuries sustain
Flame spitter, heavy hitter, wig splitter, go getta, got the poke to dick her
Coke can rip ya, paint a picture, ain't no saint like Mike Ditka
Quote the scriptures, waves on a boat can flip ya
United we stand, divided we fall, my back against the wall
Just keep my head up and stand tall
I'm a man with a cock and two balls
Y'all pussy ain't confused like Ru Paul.

(Repeat hook)

(2nd Verse)

We rock blocks, like tetnus causin' jaws to lock
Hoes flock to my cock and panties drop
Shop for butter crock in stock
Lyrics get explicit like Chris Rock
Pop and lock, like a break dancer, my flow cause cancer
Sick wit it, spit til the mic get wet
Blow up the set, makin' terrorist threats
Booth is burnin', lust for my raps is yearnin'
Steady learnin', rockin' a doo rag with a polka dotted turbin
Call me Arabian, while Freak-A-Style lookin' for a club to play me in
Like John Wayne, runnin' the streets
Lord Tariq see how i'm dealin' wit beef
All day long, you can say i'm a chef like Raekwon
Love women in thongs, and gettin' tipsy like my name was J-Kwon.

(Repeat hook)

(3rd Verse)
Brotherly love cuz we in in together
Time to make these moves cuz it's now or never
We truly genuine, like corinthian leather
Rock show, cop blow, get dough forever
Arrogant because my flow is better
Slay tracks retaliation grown man vendetta
It don't matter the weather, I demand respect
cut me a check cuz I'm highly anticipated like "Kiss Of Death" (say whay)
You got the game twisted, don't even test me
Will embrace a challenge love it when the odds against, and I'm never caught slippin, you must be trippin, enjoy pressure when the clock is tickin
It's your boy P to the K, and I rock heavy souls like BK
Ride through east saint, and grab my nigga TK
Now it's on like Lil Jon say, "OK!!!"

(Repeat hook)