DOM PACHINO

DOM PACHINO - 1st Come 1st Served

rate me

Yeah, yeah, they all gon' have to bow down eventually

They gon' have to bow down eventually

And face up to the facts, man

I'm killing the underground right now, murder

I had the other side in a snatch, atleast I thought so

Until I got a wake up call, they hit him in his torso

Now that's a major loss, whoa, committed by a major loss soul

Let's get back to the source, though

How much did it cost, bro? About the same amount as his Porsche do

But that's what happens when niggas floss too

Much and they forced to, surrender their lives

It's what it cost do, and I ain't gonna lie

My niggas like to floss to, my niggas like to sport new

Whips and kicks and, bitches that are thick

Son, and bitches that suck dick, son, that is addiction

Not discipline, cause if so, niggas won't be missing

Found by a couple fishing in the morning

When sun glissen and the birds are whistling

Damn feel, look like they dumped the clip in him

Did the fishes yet get to him? Man, they gon' have to get a net for him

First come, first served, you got it, you get it

White white, leak beige, tablets of relish

Sorry we only deal in cash, no credit or debit

If you don't got it, you get it, nigga forget it

I was on the A.V.E. playing my post

When a white Porsche hit the block like falling snow

I ain't know it was your dude until, niggas did the one-two

Wish I would of knew, I could of stopped the wolves

But by the time I recognized and realized it was him

They had the nine MM's, applied to him

And they times him by five, he had the four-five on him when he died

Peep the grind, they took his shine and his ride

I feel bad cause it happened on my side

Of the P's, I fuck with you, that's why I'm calling you P

You see how I see, but shit be how it be, you know?

I'm in the pizza shop, I hear the shots, I'm like oh shit

That's the sound of a nigga getting hit

Come on, we making moves to the ave, I heard another blast

Damn, yo, the tech was spitting fast

We seen niggas running in black, I took a step back

Then analyzed the situ', hoping it don't hit you

My man running out the building, men, women & children

Is screaming, the air is cold, it's killing season

Niggas got they hoodies on, cigarette smoke

Bum broads, with they beers and they 20's of coke

Whispering to each other, 'The God is on the floor'

EMS cut his clothes and his chest was all raw

And you seen the smoke from the shells, all hell broke loose

Now his fam is on the set, and they wanna know the truth

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