[Intro/Talkbox]
It's the Mafia
Uh, uh, say what, say what
It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggas ain't (here we go), say what
[Verse 1: Lil Cease]
Let's get it poppin' light the L pop the Cris (get it poppin')
Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh)
Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chicks
Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips
Hey mami let me holla at you for a few ticks
Get to know your name while you light this spliffs
Let me get inside your mind for some major shit
Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean)
Max Out, M.A.F.I.A. the American dream team (dream team)
Big free rollin' on dubs with the big wings
When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang
Niggas ain't flaggin' niggas just packin'
Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-Z'S
Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it
Move Dem Thangs like Angie Martinez
[Chorus/Talkbox]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
[Verse 2: Banger]
Hey Mami
Peace to all my fly hunnies
To all my niggas gettin' money
To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's
Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelry
Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch
Shake it to the left, bitch, shake it to the right
I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every night)
What more can I say I can show you the best tell it
I Get My Freak On way more than Missy Elliot
And if you think somethin' sweet
We do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep
Ass like Trina, take it to the house
Freak like Adina, take it in your mouth
'Cause if you ain't up on thangs
Bang Bang be the name J-M-C's the gang
I rep M-A-X O-U-T
Blaze hoes from NY to Cali to South Beach
[Chorus/Talkbox]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Yeah, represent, look what the cat dragged in
Got a pocket full of Magnums, I'm 'bout to cash in
Fuck the yappin' make it happen
You see I'm like Kill Bill, I got a Pussymobile to set that ass in
The craziest life, baby my type
If I'm lucky than luck gon' be this lady tonight
Now I ain't on a mission for broads and getting drawers
All I'm sayin', hit the God when you tired of kissin' them frogs
Word, and now you gettin' on yours knees baby
Ain't ya, you fuckin' me then Lil' Cease baby
Ain't ya, picture mad diamond chains and wrist watches
But don't get too close because you might get shot
To all you playas playin' the game, just play smart
Keep a razor blade inside of tongue and play smart
Major leaguers, minor leagues get out the park
Bitches that wanna back talk, get out and walk
[Chorus/Talkbox]
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
Pass the blunt
To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin'
We got the Cris, let's get it poppin'
We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin
And get to smokin' on somethin'
'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong
With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long
[Cont. Talkbox]
It's the M.A.F.I.A., you know there ain't nothin' wrong
Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong
You know there ain't nothin' wrong
I want to fuck you all night long, stop it baby
You know there ain't nothin' wrong
Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong
Smoke a blunt, smoke a blunt
Ohh all night long, it's the M.A.F.I.A
Oooo let's keep it rockin', it's the M.A.F.I.A
It's the M.A.F.I.A., it's the M.A.F.I.A., it's the M.A.F.I.A
Oooooo it's the M.A.F.I.A
Mafioso...
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