He hopped outta that old mustang
Eyes blazing emerald green
With just one step
He hit the stoop
Kissing Holly hard as he leaned
Tall, blonde, dangerous
The outline of the 9 tucked in his jeans
Never hesitant to turn any event
Into a murder scene
The one running the game
Of pure amphetamine
Serving New York's rich and beautiful
Morally unclean
They said Bishop had
The Juice back in the 90's
The Power now belongs
To Tommy from Queens
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