Corleone Songtext
von Madchild

6Th man, I′ve been known to win
Since I was a little kid and Fat Joe was thin
Back then you wasn't telling me shit, I wouldn′t listen
Even when advice was good, I was sticking to my vision
If it's old chimes they want, I could think of the pastor
Still got my no head, no backstage pass shirt
I never changed my name on my MySpace password
No father to my style, so "heffer", ghetto bastard
"Why you taking so long?" It seems people want the answer
First I had a baby, then my lady got the cancer

Life throw a kitchen sink at you in a major way
Guess my cap is my cape, I'm here to save the day


Hard to rumble if you ain′t no beast
So now I′m training harder, thinking about war not peace
There's a time for that, and that is not currently my status
Waiting for the sun, twiddle my thumbs, I′m up and at 'em
The night is young, I always know when it′s over
When people get drunk and start speaking very sober
I guess it's time I make the most of it
It′s not how long you live, but what you got to show for it

The high is sinking in my frequencies
I'm late for the sky, I'm flying frequently

So easily I approach
The person sitting next to me: flying coach

Black the fuck out, wake up the customs
Forgot to flush my weed, I′m all flustered
Pass inspection, collect my belongings
Life in the rain, no umbrella, no awnings
First up, nothing feel as good as earning it
I set it off to leave impressions that are permanent
The price ain′t always right, but always the cost
And the boss ain't always right, but he′s always the boss

Yeah, I got bars for life and you're a fresh fish
I′m Charles Bronson, this is motherfucking Death Wish
Friends are worried about me, saying I need a head shrink
Chilling with a bitch in Bel-Air like Fresh Prince
Serial killer that packs a punch
Cause I just ate a full box of Captain Crunch


Yeah, and you can't cry over spilt milk
Did too much bad shit, I am guilt-filled
They think it′s funny when you're struggling with life
Like I'm walking with a blindfold and juggling with knives
Darth Vader in a room full of white Storm Troopers
Black tints cover up my bright orange pupils
Full of uncut dope like a Cessna
All my words worth a fortune like retinas

And I just went through turbulent times
Every verse occurred, I blurted from a murderous mind
I′m moving like a man possessed, I am in a hurry
I′m Christine 58, red Plymouth Fury
I'm pristine just in case y′all worried
But there's two sides to me like a baseball Fury
You′re sitting catatonic, flexing like I'm on anabolics
Turn your brain matter to paint splatter like Jackson Pollock
Quit stalling, I′m King Kong to stonewalling
Just give me the link, I'll start snowballing

I'm starting to feel the pressure, I′m
The big boss
The big boss

Life of a Don
Based on a true story
I′m starting to feel the pressure, I'm
The big boss

The big boss
Mafia style
I′m the boss
You see what I'm sayin′?