Wise Guy

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It's the bitches that'll get yas
 It's the bitches that'll get yas
 It's the bitches that'll get yas
 Treat all my broads like trash
 You'll catch a blast if you move too fast
 You don't have to ask
 Getting everything by flash and cash
 Fighting and stealing
 Don't kill without feeling
 So I win in the casino before they start dealing
 All about respect and intellect
 Only mess with the women that pick up the check
 Two supermodels, one in each arm
 One chick's brunette, the other was blonde
 I heard their fathers had stocks and bonds
 So I fucked 'em up and left 'em floating in a pond
 Customary clothes from head to toe
 Catch Joe at the fight sitting in the first row
 Everybody follows when I'm ready to go
 There's no need to show off, they already know
 Lovely day in the neighborhood
 Lovely day in the neighborhood
 It's the bitches that'll get yas
 Lovely day in the neighborhood
 Lovely day in the neighborhood
 It's the bitches that'll get yas
 With a couple of guys
 A made man, fact like my ass is fat
 Catch Joe in Bermuda throwing 'em back
 Sipping on Tequila with a straw hat
 Put the prez on hold, tell him I'll call him back
 Tow away zones? I don't get a ticket
 Any crime committed, that shit is acquitted
 I'm a goodfella, I'll tell ya if I did it
 Freak scenes with your wife last time I hit it
 Cuz I'm more man than you'll ever be
 And it was probably your wife in bed with me
 If you see me you better look the other way
 Double cross me you won't live to see another day
 I got seven cars in my garage
 A limousine with a TV and bar
 Don't do blow and I don't sell crack
 Stay alert, I got someone to whack
 With a couple of guys
 Another day, another court case. It's okay
 Somebody in the jury's got rent to pay
 Can't see myself in a jail rotting
 Plus I got lawyers that are better than Cochrane
 If there's a witness on tape that they play
 Probably a broad that I used to lay
 The last one to talk was never ever found
 Got a call from downtown, put her in the ground
 Her mother didn't like me, I never gave a fuck
 Her brother didn't like me, I hit him with a truck
 Her sister was a rip, everybody got a ride
 Her father was a rat, so I buried him alive
 If you talk to the cops and try to flee
 Your car'll blow up when you turn the key
 Don't cut a deal or have the case appealed
 I keep my mouth shut and I never squeal
 I told you before, I don't drive by
 With a couple of guys
 You got it motherfucker?
 You got it motherfucker?
 You got it motherfucker?
 Go jump for joy, I'm the real McCoy
 That's it motherfucker
 

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Duration
04:39
Key
11
Tempo
105 BPM

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