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Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s y'all
Where is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but forgets
Let me you

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

Stevie's all how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition
Number one, his name is Barry
Push the phat Milano '96 cost ya barizano
I lay gently in the Bently through he seemed popular
Givincci socks Cartier
H-class rocks and like Bohemians
Sick lukemians, receding hairlines

how genuine his gold mine decline
When pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their in quick
One named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't
Minutes before I her the blow, blow, blow
Like a parole the bitch
So how you it, coffins or cremated

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

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

Yet still, they pat me down from all
Trapped inside devil's triangle like Bo I had the Jangles
And movin' slow to slide up on Mexicans
One cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with
The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear
Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks before this
I grabbed the to locks, the jewels and the rocks
The in the box, etc., etc., etc. and it don't stop
I got away with everything, the and the stash

There ain't a day in my life that by
I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll hard with tons of
But now just me and my niggas, whah
There ain't a day in my life that by
That I don't get high, sit back and cry
I to roll 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 what nigga thinkin'
Damn, she's too little, too pretty, too
The bitch is hired, mob's for life
Diamond heist 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 that rolls by
That I get high, sit back 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 that rolls by
I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
I used to roll with tons of bitches
But now it's me and my niggas, whah