m.a.f.i.a. land

Lyrics

, yeah.uhh, in the m.a.f.i.a.'s land ya'll, where loyalty is everything, the m.a.f.i.a. forgives but never forgets, let me tell you, in the mafia's land where there's one boss and one clan, yes mans they surround us like steaks in pans, all 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands, loyalty's priority in this fam, where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back, once you in it like bennet you'll soon be lieutenant, like me the don juan miss yvonne, the sweat-a the money gett-a, copin mad cheddar, stevie's all wondering how i got in this position, one day frank was fishin' for competition expidition, number one, his name is barry madanno, push the phat milano '96 mission cost ya barizano, i lay gently in the bently through binoculars he seemed popular, givincci socks cartier coolats, h-class rocks and charms like bohemians, sick like lukemians, receding hairlines, watch how genuine his gold mine decline, when frank pops the wine, i cocks the nine, niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick, one chick named nick thought she was the shit, tried to play big poppa, don't worry, minutes before i dropped her the blow! blow! blow!, like a parol-e the bitch violated, so how you like it coffins or creameted, there ain't a day in my life that rolls by, that i don't get high, sit back and won't cry, i used to roll hard with tons of bitches, but now it's just me and my niggas, whah, street murders, thug parasites, we official no fake gators, coppin' fire arms with dug missles, we leavin scar tissue, that nigga barry still aggy about that slut, mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up, the nigga chuckles, just slip the loot, on my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles, damn how could a deal for a couple mill, result to such violence, and throw our whole shit off balance, yet still, they pat me down from all angles, trapped inside this devil's triangle, like bo i had the jangles, and movin' slow to slide up on these mexicans, one cross eyed and hunchbacked, the other must be mixed with black, the third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops, long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks, before this chops, i grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks, the cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop, i got away with everything, the cash and the stash, so now i'm titled mission acomplished, my man was astonished, he looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air, stinkin! i know what this nigga thinkin', damn she's too little, too pretty, too quiet, the bitch is hired, mob's wife for life, diamond heist with trife, contracts on your life, we increase the price, uuhh, so guess who the bitch is, but for now i be the mistress,