The rise of the ghostface killah

Young aggressor born into the life of crime

I would walk down the street strapped with two 9s

Bitch smackin' jackin' niggas, g-dub stackin' figures

Police drive buy I was click calckin' triggers

Jay DeLucas put me with the fam to grow

I was the boss amongst white boys, rockin' the fro

I had hoes, bank rolls, and minks by the dozen

My rise to power was quick they just wasn't

Tried to make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan

I blacked out on em and started my own clan

Black gambino, black suits, black syndicate

My crime fam was tight every move was intricate

The coke was brought in from bagged Columbian mules

Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels

Street fights started, mafia wars in Italy

Crime fam against fam and no one can do didely

Do the dirty work

Bring in the coke by the boat loads

Go against the grain nigga, i feed nose hoes

Follow no family rules, rules are for fools

Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules

Fuck the law of the fam

Mr. law of the land

You don't like how i'm moving then try to force my hand

I'm moving keys them DeLucas couldn't touch my pianos

Putting pressure on them gambinees and varazanos

They love my money they hate to see a nigga gettin' it

Sellin' drugs is taboo but I ain't fuckin' sweatin' it

Dirt got to get done so I took my position

One day I'm black to em with a lot of ambition

The next I got status dinners with all courses

Flights in and out of the country they gettin' nauseous

Money, power, and respect

Rise of the black suits

Talk shit behind my back but to my face salute

Hugs and handshakes they can't stop my reign

Got the coke in they collars bring the shit on the plane

It's a shame they didn't have the balls to make moves

They pussy couldn't walk a mile in my shoes

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