Correction Lyrics The Godfather by INK #86

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(This one's cold, Renzo)
(But you don’t ask with respect
You don't offer friendship
You don't even think to call me "Godfather")
I’m in the kitchen here with all this f**kin' yola (Cocaina, cocaina)
Break up the brick, mix that with the baking soda (Yeah!)
I'm in the kitchen here with all this f**kin' yola (Cocaina, cocaina)
Break up the brick, mix that with the baking soda

86-86 gang, that's too many men
Too many friends, too many-too many beemers
Too many Benz
I'm up right now, that's too many gems (Woah)
Bag your henchman, stab and drench him (Uh-uh)
All of my gang got bad intentions (Wow)
Man will enter the 'gaf with crown
Gunshot, spin his head right ’round

Jum-jump on the bike like bikers
Man know joy riders and snipers (Bow, bow)
Got ’em on hills out here like hikers (Bi-bikers)
Man are pirates, shipping blocks, lifting Glocks
Shipment missing off the docs
Don't be p*ssing off the boss (Nope)
Your man will get nailed out here to the cross
Ski mask on, I ain’t takin' it off
Don't call that phone unless it's a box
All of them bombs, I’m setting them off
All of them shots, I'm letting them off (Bow, bow)
I told ya, man had to hide and rinse it
Pull up on the bike with the visor tinted (Mmm)
F**k the feds, taken a chance
We got guns and smoke grenades

Man's on road out here like Mad Max
Postal order, send them anthrax (Heheh)
My gang there what a nightmare made of
Hit him with a bomb and his whole block shake up (Allahu akbar!)
Stab him in the face and bruck that shank
Got bally on me, man looking like a bank job
One phone call, who want the nixer?

86 gang, pull up on a jixer
86 gang, pull up on a jixer (Nyow)
I'm in the kitchen here with all this f**kin' yola (Cocaina, cocaina)
Break up the brick, mix that with the baking soda (Yeah!)
I'm in the kitchen here with all this f**kin' yola (Cocaina, cocaina)
Break up the brick, mix that with the baking soda
86 gang got the shiv on road
Poke him in the neck and slit his throat (Uh-uh)
Man know devils that ye ain't hearda'
They got Bobby Pebbles of that Shmurda
Devil's dust, one phone call that pistol bust (Wow)

Kick in the door cause he hid them buds
Your man will get stabbed and rinsed in blood
Shut your mouth 'cause this is dumb
86 gang put clips in guns
Plug his aunty, dip his mum
Your gang are sprinters, watch 'em run
Man's on road with Vincent petrol, bleach it, rinse it
Man's in the trap with all these tubs

Man's got cally in all these scubs
Bally and hoods, Italian kicks, Italian rugs
Pyramid scheme, my gang do apex (Apex)
When I bust this wap, it's safe sex
86 gang, that's latex
Crash that dinner, man knock him down
Man jump out the ride and knock him out (Wow)
Man will get got for rock or brown
F**k your gang, ain't making a sound
You bunch of clowns ain't takin' the crown (Ain't takin' the crown)
86
Yeah, not today
Petrol and bleach it
The godfather of Irish drill
The king of Irish drill
Down on one knee, 86 gang!

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