Mobsta's - Kool G. Rap

I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be 
Every criminal mug be  living in luxury  what the fuck G? 
That must be Bugsy  in the black tux over there with Lucky 
Bring my heater  niggaz might try to slug me 
Take me out in back of the club and buck me  and touch me 
I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely 
Fly face  fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly  said  
"Compliments of Bugsy " then took me across the persian rug to plug me 
He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly 
but he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?" 
Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me 
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G 
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me? 
I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino 
do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty 
who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson 
Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger 
Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder 
Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's 
Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy 
tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami 
Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo 
With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him 
over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down 
at the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead 
Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go 
Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow 
but most of the niggaz on his team was yellow 
Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o 
There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate 
to put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas 
Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas 
Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers 
Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no 
to veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo 
Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go 
without ever lettin the whole police force know 
Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll 
Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out 
They shot him at a pay phone 
with the big chrome, his whole wig blown 
Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones 
At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc 
Family got hit up with automatics 
Non-stop static inside the rackets 
Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage 
The underworld was goin savage 
Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit 
with the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with 
Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers 
Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas 
Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell us 
We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa 
Moved on it closer get the toaster 
Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard 
Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and d