Vybz Kartel - Cosanostra lyrics

Grab it, attach it, thugs no carry brief case
Put the Glock against your ankle
45 against your jeans waist
Go over Gaza through the lane, ask fi Steve
But a no Steve place
If a group a man approach you put five
Five shot inna each face
No matter weh you do avoid a police chase
No lead the Feds to my place, mek dem log on
It's not MySpace
Dem is a threat to the life that I taste
Imagine me sentence I face
In this game of high stakes
Power struggle my trace
If you see this slide weh
Yah hear me to me a roll enuh pass da 45 deh
Pull the door deh look you see some
Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it today like inna the old days
Real pliers fi pop out toe nails
12 gauge the real not old nails
Warcom a the home page
Rise the rifle with the telescope
Me and you a 'par like double
Tennis team 'pon tennis court
Mount a coke dem stashes more keys
Than weh in Beres throat
We need it roll out, da move yah sold out
Mandela did toll out

A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head

The bwoy name Steve a the target
Me and him use to go school
A nuh badman, ah trouble maker
Him 'ave a bigger bredda
Rasta like Freddy McGregor
Gangster but a party nigga
Swear him bad like Schwarzenegger
True him ship ah couple keys dem gwan
Like dem ah the brave nigga
Look out fi the real grave digger
Me kill pon squeezing trigger
Crime rate jump ina we reach pon di ends
Mi see four a dem back turn, lean pon a Benz
And a gwan like thugs
Mi can kill dem now but mi nah leff nuh
Dem nuh know yuh, suh walk up to dem
Put five ina Steve Miller
Two ina him friends
Stop! Di bwoy dem smell di rat
By mi look a man beat off twenty shot
Mi answer back mi six pants a clap
Two people drop who ina vehicle
Mi run down pon di bwoy den buss him head
Pull di trunk
By di trunk pull mi hear di siren
Mi nave nuh wait ah wait
Everybody dead and blood ah run
Like ink in papermate
Steve, although nuh dead mi ah go
Ketch him at a later date
Grab di drugs, nuh done di box, leff box and

A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head

Me a go weh so mi back turn, wrong ting
Betta mi did not turn
Shot from outta no where
Look round, Steve there
Mi drop di box, grab di Glock, clap him back
It happen that di strappin' drop, mi
Mi dash it weh
Tek a 9 from offa one a di corpse
Blood soak mi Clarks
Mi beat it like a child fi get di marks
Steve life loss
Inna him face coppa thru him glass
When mi look mi second drop and
Cops arrive, mi drop di gun, mi drop di stash
Walk away quickly like a junkie
Leave a junkie shot
Mi lose di coke, mi lose di money
Mi friend unda police gather at di hospital
Me a buss him out doe, god know ask mi gyal

A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat ears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head