M.A.F.I.A. Land

[Intro]

Yeah, uhh

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all

Where loyalty is everything

The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets

Heh, let me tell you

[Verse 1]

In the M.A.F.I.A.'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 Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant

Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne

The sweat-a the money getter

Coppin' mad cheddar

Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position

One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition

Number one, his name is Barry Madanno

Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano

I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular

Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats

H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians

Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines

Watch how genuine this gold mine recline

When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine

Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick

One chick named Nick thought she was the shit

Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry

Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!*

Like a parolee, the bitch violated

So how you like it: coffins or cremated?

[Chorus]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas

[Verse 2]

Street murderers, thug parasites

We official, no fake gators

Coppin' firearms with dud missles

We leavin' scar tissues

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 knuckles

Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill

Result to such violence

And throw our whole shit off balance?

But still, they pat me down from all angles

Trapped inside the 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 tattoo teardrops

Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks

Before this chops

I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks

The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop

I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

[Chorus]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas

[Verse 3]

So now I'm titled, mission accomplished

My man was astonished

He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air

Stinkin! I know this nigga's thinkin'

"Damn! She 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, uhh

So guess who the bitch is?

But for now I be the mistress

[Chorus]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now, it's just me and my niggas