[Intro: Crunchy Black & Juicy J]
God damn dope
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
Yeah, hoe
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
So damn wicked, got some shit you bitches never saw
I caught you shakin', sawed-off's pumpin' now we'll break the law
I cut the air off where you breathe
While I'm blazin' on these trees
This .30-30 from these trees'll take your leg all off
You chokin' from exhaust, you lost up in the sauce
You splattered 'gainst the wall, don't play with Lord at all
You didn't listen, now you pissin' down your leg
And got a gun against your head
You know this lead is for a bloody brawl
I'm tryna go for boss, prepare for Holocaust
I got a moss, and when I toss it, it will get 'em all
I'm dirty for the cause, bitch, don't you hit the pause
I'll lock you bitches in the icebox when I'm full of frost
Bitch, don't you know when I am high, I leave a dimple
Cock back this pistol, then I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the tomb and the stones, in your home with the chrome
You alone, and the rest is very simple
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us
We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Ain't no nigga goin' play with me
Play with me, my nigga I'ma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese, nigga, that's hard to believe
I'ma lock and unload and let your bitch ass bleed
Let ya'll know that I came with some shit up my sleeve
Know what I mean, my nigga, it's only just me
Slip that knife down my sleeve, slope you dead in your heart
With only that sick shit, don't get shit started now
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Now ever since we done came, them haters, mane, them done go
Try to vamp to the crib, I shot around in they home
I'm bustin Rugers, with some Lugers, do you
Nigga I'ma send 'em straight through you
School you 'bout this business, 'bout these boys
Y'all 'bout to witness, with these toys
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
With them toys, yeah, we got 'em
Make the noise when we cock 'em
Guaranteed to kill and rob 'em
Stopped 'em with the sawed-off shotgun
Niggas in the street and flaugin'
On that dog food and Vodka
So much dope, the bloodstream toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
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