Mafia Music
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the rootLook up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roofEven once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truthSo now when I menage and get massaged just to proofProofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie WilliamsI flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 millionDa room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da topThese hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in JamaicaWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makersMartin had a dream, Bob got highI still do both but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payedBobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weightKimbo Slice on da pad when I writeDat may why they money lookin' funny in the light
But who really cares if you just throw it in the airCelebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hairExcuse me her weave the blue is her weedTrunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beef bow movementBM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolishShawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton
Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 timeI gave her to da block, I fucked 1 timeWe boys in da hood and nigga you lil treySo press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shitBanned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit99 to 6 kilos was the shitBut dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I've sinnedBut I thought about my future in the loops like a pinWalked out on da gig and I turned to da streetsKept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematicallyI did it for da city but now everybody mad at meMothafuck 'em all and sweat from my ballsIf I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' bigI just sit back like, look what I didDen I bow my head and beg for forgivenessOnce I said my prayer everybody back to business
Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurantPeople lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunkReincarnated spirit of a GBeef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura, paws on the portYou eat from da bowl while ya dog need a forkNiggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and dey coilI'm laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I'm bored
We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crushAnd make da sweet love to every women dat you lustI love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rentCurtis Jackson baby mama I ain't askin' for a cent
Burn the house down, gotta buy anotherDon't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafukaTo another chapter, paper dat I capturedCaught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin' funnyWomen love to stare cuz dey know dey see da moneyI open up my mind about openin' bank accountsDeposit a 100 stacks break up now take it out
Baby dats a gift, maybe u could liveI knew it wouldn't work but I just like to giveUsed to run da street, young nigga bare feetNow I'm in da suites and I'm eatin' crab meats
Ice so right other rappers envyDey callin' all my jewelers up askin' wat he spendin'Thinkin' 'bout boss, not thinkin' bout demHere's a letter to my enemies when I won't sin, amen