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Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s y'all
loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never
Let me you

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the hands
Loyalty's priority in fam
Where life's ain't no givin' it back
you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me the Don Juan, Yvonne
The sweat-a the money gett-a, mad cheddar

all wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was for competition expidition
Number one, his name is Barry
the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the through binoculars he seemed popular
Givincci socks Cartier
rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick lukemians, receding hairlines

Watch how genuine his mine decline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in
One chick Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to Big Poppa, don't worry
before I dropped her the blow, blow, blow
Like a parole the bitch
So how you it, coffins or cremated

There ain't a day in my life that by
That I don't get high, sit and won't cry
I used to roll hard with of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah
There a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit and won't cry
I used to hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah

Street murders, thug parasites, we no fake gators
Coppin' fire arms with dug missles, we leavin' scar
That nigga Barry still aggy that slut
Mob nigga what, the gang sign up
The nigga chuckles, slip the loot
On my buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
Damn how could a for a couple mill
Result to such violence and throw our whole off balance

Yet still, they pat me down all angles
Trapped inside this devil's like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be with black
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks before chops
I the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The cream in the box, etc., etc., etc. and it stop
I got away everything, the cash and the stash

There a day in my life that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit and won't cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas,
There ain't a day in my life that by
That I get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to hard with tons of bitches
But now it's just me and my niggas,

So now I'm mission acomplished
My man was
He as if there was a foul aroma in the air
Stinkin', I know this nigga thinkin'
Damn, too little, too pretty, too quiet
The bitch is hired, mob's for life
heist with Trife, contracts on your life
We the price, uh
So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the

There ain't a day in my life rolls by
That I get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and cry
I to roll hard with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah