THE GODMOTHER
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Ruthless, making money is no joke
Pistols smoke, cut throats and you choke
No messing around clown you better be down with me
The Female Mob Boss, head of the family
No kisses and hugs, I’m not into drugs
Keep a piece in my purse and I’m surrounded by thugs
Shrewd, when I make a decision
A Baptism, put me in this position
Taking out competition with a hit
Legit, equipped to be called a Syndicate
No rehearsal and nothing personal
This, is straight up business
Ice on my fingers, on my neck is a gold cross
I want it I got it, It doesn’t matter the cost
Clever, never ever going for the set up
Cops won’t let up so now we go head up
Mess with me I’ll come back at your brother
They call me the Godmother!

Back again...
They call me the Godmother
Back again...
Head of the family
Back again...
They call me the Godmother
Back again...
They call me the Godmother
It's an Italian thing...

Part two, the saga continues
I’m rubbing out crews, If ya snooze ya lose
Hit the stage, cause I’m on a rampage
Found face down from effects of a 12 gauge
LA Times front page reads boldly
“Another Mobster Shot Down Coldly”
Mafia related? Yes and I’m stepping
To the limo, ditch the murder weapon
Back to the pad make me mad and I’ll stomp ya
Don’t even try, my alibi’s the Opera
After that, a bubble bath and bed
DA talking shit you’ll get a bullet to the head
I’m quick to flip so don’t press your luck punk
Get off my tip or end up in a trunk
And under a sheet, there’s no need to be sweet
I pay people like ALT to take the heat
Recite the oath to a shotgun blast
Now you’re mine from first favor to last
Mess with me, I’ll come back at your brother.
They call me the Godmother

Back again...
They call me the Godmother
Back again...
Head of the family
Back again...
They call me the Godmother
Back again...
They call me the Godmother
It's an Italian thing...

You try to step to me homeboy but it’ll be
A cold day in hell or better ye,t Italy
I’m strapped with a gat when I roll with my posse
Took out the last sucker to cross me
Cause I’m the Boss see, so throw me my Raiders cap
While I gangster rap
And slap hoes and those who try to play me close
Salude!
To the family I toast
A bulletproof bustier for the evening
Load, the 357 as I’m leaving
Versace suit, one look and your heart will melt
A 22 tucked in my garter belt
High heeled pumps complete with a steel toe
I’ll watch your last breath and death will be real slow
Mess with me I’ll come back at your brother
They call me the Godmother!

Back again...
They call me the Godmother!
Back again...
Head of the family!
Back again...
They call me the Godmother!
Back again...
Yo boys….show em who’s Ruthless!

Bitch on the gank move....

So you come to me cause you want protection
Kiss me ring as a sign of affection
Slice your finger and say you’re a friend to me
I know you’re my enemy
So now you’re dead with a bullet to the dome
So I buy two tickets and head to Rome
Time to hide out, relax and wind out
There’s no way the cops will find out
That’s what happens if you’re dissin' me
Yo I make the hit then get to Sicily
Chill with the family at least a year
Come back to town when the smoke has cleared
Call my boys cause I'm back in business
Check my hit list and pay some visits
So give me respect unlike to other
I’m Tairrie B….the Godmother!