Lyrics:
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
Today it's yours
Just Stay the course
The Swedish Stallion ain't A horse
It's me, I'm the source
The man, the myth, a force
No one will endorse
Because
all
My house will be big and airy
Pictures windows, stripey lawns
And a swedish blonde au pairie
Oh We all want more than what we got
And who is there
frozen mid-air, everything is steel
A coiled snake, about the length of half a football field
Quickly slivers up and swallows M in one gulp, sucks her
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah)
Junior M.A.F.I.A. (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) Yeah, yeah. Nine-fo' (keep bangin)
To all the ladies in the place with
low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if
a right song
They was all amazed I didn't fall off
I was in a phase I don't get along
WHO FELL OFF?
YOU FEEL OFF NOT GHOSTY
KOCHI MAFIA TAPES
Loyalty over
house, we fight, we love
At Nanas house, we cry, we hug
At Nanas house, we group, we fuss, at East Easton
No way you'd find a sever in between that bond
We
and denounced by Fascists. Such chilling cruelty, such inhuman actions. These were witnessed and endured in Forlì.
Standing here, in front of the San Mercuriale
"It's ya boy, Born Sinner
And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A"
How you gone bring yo niggas into battle?
You must be the worst president of a company
a passion
Now he's missing in action
His body buried in Vegas
Made niggas done paid us
We kill for Mafia wages
Read my murderous pages
Travel through
house
Frat house big blouse
Two tone big clause
Grosso tono
Non prendere le cose che non sono tue ay
Qui in calabria non cè speranza ay
Perché cè le mafia
raw like Madonna on, PCP
B-IG, Frank White used to rock
Hand me down air nikes
Now I style proper, i gotta
Be laced in linen that's Versace
Polo
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that
talkin that block shit
Posted by a project or in front of houses
Movin by the ounces I'm in every neighborhood
Winnin cuz I rock shit let that marinate in
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
head
My question get bakin'
And I will be damn if I
Let any motherfucker take it
Mafia! It's lot of us
Touring in the larger bus
Fuck goin' to jail
And the silent White House with the
James Brothers once in command
But see the sauerkraut Mafia men
Deserting the sinking White House ship and
Their main mindless,
man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat
the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the *** by the tree
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
a robbery, this a murder
Woke the whole house i don't go to funerals
But lean be gettin' poured out
Group home in Lake Charles, turn
Up, turn up, wait, pause
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
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