PHANTOM (feat. 50 Cent)

Oh, fra', i' mo te dico na cosa: I' so' comme a 50 Cent
A me pure si m'abboffano 'e botte, i' nun moro
Geolier, 50 Cent, PHANTOM
Yeah

Buche 'int'ê porte d'e SUV, coca raccolta dê sub
Guardie che tirano 'o runfo mentre s'aiza 'a Triumph
Sudo, 'stu sole m'asciutta, songo 'a bandiera d'o Sud
Songo 'o carrello d'a 9 ca te permette 'e fà poh
Proiettile passate 'int'ê cartielle autostradale
Sto cu essa sorvolanno tutt'a Costiera amalfitana
Sto rignenno 'e molotov, 'doppo a una a una 'e coglie, anzi no
Se l'hann'a bere accussí ce fa cchiù male ancora, Napule m'applaude
Stanno diece grade e c'o giubbino faccio a sauna (puah)
Si ce steva mo Pino Daniele, m ess a data
Na pacca 'ncopp'â spalla e m ess a ditto: Bravo
A te sicuramente te mannasse a fà 'e marenne
'E sorde serveno sulo a fà cchiù belle 'e figure
Già tengo nu Nadal, pure 'o Bubba, sto aspettanno nu Sinner
Chi fa 'o reato primma se pripara na via 'e fuga

Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom
Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida
Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon
Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile
Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie
Uommene e uommene sparano in aria
Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere
Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette

These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did that shit

Murder, murder puttin', working, shawty twerking, opps lurking
Start to feel like everybody on gang time
I don't give a fuck what she fucking on and she sucking on
What's going on? That bread, niggas was blowing, is gone
One minute I'm up, next minute I'm getting back
But I'm never down and out man, what kind of shit is that?
I'm from the gutter, I take nothing to make something
I made something out of nothing, now look at me now
Niggas been fronting like they going through me something
For so long the old school threat sound played out
Saying they gon' do shit, they ain't gon' do shit
Boy, I fuck you over and everybody you cool with (ah)

Guarda, stongo chiuso dint'ô Phantom
Pecché, si 'o tiene, hê 'a tené chi 'o guida
Me fa vení cchiù sete 'a Moët & Chandon
Pecché in estate pare 'e stà ô Brasile
Femmene e femmene mannano 'e bacie
Uommene e uommene sparano in aria
Guardie e ladre se fanno 'e piacere
Mamma e pate se fanno 'e dispiette

These bitch stash box in the back of the Phantom (pow, pow)
Niggas think you ain't got the pole until you pop out with the switch
Then get to hitting, you can hit if it's a man down
Ain't no stoppin' in the phone to see who did (did)