Mafia Lyrics

Mafia lyrics

(DJ Paul-Talking)

 Yeah muthafuckaz!  The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"

 back in this bitch, nigga.  H-C muthafuckin' P.  Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin
posse.

 And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.

 We about to load them black trucks up.  Who we got in this muthafucka

 We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black

 Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me

 DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.

 And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

 

 (HOOK)

 Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...

 Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

  

 (La Chat)

 La Chat, with that gat

 The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

  

 (Gangsta Boo)

 ...In the club posted up

 Eight hundred dollar bottles

 Sippin' Cris fuck a glass

 Nigga drink it out the bottle...

  

 (La Chat)

 ...Don't be hatin' and shit

 'Cause we gettin' paid and shit

 Ain't no need be lyin' till I die

 I'm gon' be lovin' this...

  

 (Gangsta Boo)

 ...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta

 Ridin' nigga posted up

 Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'

 Lettin' the lugers bust

 Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

  

 (La Chat)

 Yeah I got your fuckin' back

 Buckin' bitches that be hatin'

 Blow their chest up through their back

 (Gangsta Boo)

 High as hell can't you tell

 'Cause my eyes are red as fire

 'Bout to fuck this nigga 

 Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die

 Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me

 Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit

 You cannot faze me

  

 (La Chat)

 So you heard it from the queens

 HCP we be together

 Fuckin' with my family bitch

 It's gon' have to be whatever...

  

 (HOOK 1X)

  

 (Lord Imfamous)

 How can you relate to this

 Niggaz they be hatin' this

 Purple fuckin' tradin' man

 Barely makin' dividends

 Burn it man, half in

 Better known as "assed in"

 All I want is money man

 Can't you niggaz comprehend?

 Lock and fuckin' load fool

 Break the fuckin' law fool

 Ain't no attitude fool

 This is what we came to do

 With them bodies in the bag

 Put that dope in the bag

 Put that money in the bag

 Let's go fool, rat tat tat

  

 (Juicy "J")

 They call me Juicy gigolo

 Got hoes that fill

 A statue of a fool

 With them platinum tips

 I'm tellin' all you bitches

 To beware of the game

 I'm tellin' all you niggaz

 To beware of the lames

 I freak your baby mama

 Put her on the house

 I got my dick sucked 

 When I was on the couch

 My nigga walked in 

 He said that hoe was stout

 I hit it from the back

 My nigga took her mouth

  

 (Project Pat)

 By love real my nig

 Let blood spill my nig

 Shoot to kill my nig

 If ya real my nig

 Project Pat my nig

 I spit facts my nig

 Hang with macks my nig

 Who tote gats my nig

 It's blast or be left

 Baller in your blood

 White girl up your nose

 Ya high off that bud

 A slug in the lot

 Your car and no strap

 Blew your gotdamn brains

 In your partner's lap

  

 (Lord Imfamous)

 Choose your weapons

 But boy choose them carefully

 Each of my poisons 

 Are deadlier melodies

 I am the doctor

 And this is your therapy

 You can have one

 So you must get a pair of these

 Beat, bound and gagged

 Bump off bounty

 Place all his pieces

 All over county

 The shit's very lethal

 That I place in the needle

 Prepare you for your last trip

 To the Cathedral

  

 (DJ Paul)

 I seen how TV can hurt

 And plus platinum plaques to match

 And add them twenties and vogues

 And Gucci jackets on backs

 We got them Bentlys and Benzes

 And all them Lexus on lock

 The picture gettin' kind of clearer

 I see why them bitches hot

 You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'

 And wanna rise in the hood

 It's cold I'm crankin' up heat

 And you wish you could

 Y'all wish y'all could get back with us

 Then maybe then you could shine

 Like the rappers you wish you was

 And get off the grind

 I'm keepin' one in the chamber

 Because I'm filled up with anger

 And when I see yo little hoe 'n'

 You knowin' your life's in danger

 I do a show y'all in the burough

 Hollerin' no kind of shit

 Is that the best way that you know

 To get attention lil bitch

 I understand how they feel

 They feelin' that they left out

 And we the ones movin' on

 So we the ones talked about

 But niggaz keep it your best

 And one day then you'll get a crown

 But until then do a hit of coke

 And keep feelin' down

 'Cause suckaz... that's real

  

 (HOOK 1X)