Maroxxmafia

We are Mafioso's
MaroxxMafia – We are Mafioso's Couplet 1: Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's been born Same time my thoughts are murdered the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Abdel, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artistold, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Read junkies shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my three of my sisters dead, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10`s to practice my aim SongtexteOn rooftops, tape CD covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the crazy Mafia hustling for cars that cost dough To the big dogs living large, taking it light Pushing big toys, gettin nice, enjoying your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course R - I - F are the letters that spell . . . RIF, RIF Chorus: "Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.." "Our senses deep, We never ever fell.." "Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.." "No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell. Couplet 2: "Mafia is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bullet-proof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the realest Mob "Mafioso's are a hype .." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the day I was born and , after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blasting, techs on blocks Went from Nothing to non, but owning acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin Morocco, site zeros, but still Morocco Bet my nine spit for the Mob But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some`ll fall, but I rise, MaroxxMafia or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is Chorus: "Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.." "Our senses deep, We never ever fell.." "Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.." "No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell. Couplet 3: "Mafioso's are survivors.." like sex to a psycho, but nothing sweet we're like beef, busting heat through your windows We're like a street sweeper, green leaf reaper Like Sahara players in Morocco, learnin somethin deep from they teachers we're like crime, like your nine, your mob you would die for Always got you, we're read the Islam-verses you would cry for we're take a whole lot of loot, we're take crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company we're like ecstasy for ladies, we're like all races combined in two hustlers; like the summer jam Bullet-proof Hummer man we're being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam` we're the feelin of a millionaire spending a hundred grand we're a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y`all know what we're doing we're Mafia who brings the up the ideas for imitations Chorus: "Mafioso's are playing life or death.. my rep.." "Our senses deep, We never ever fell.." "Mafioso's are.. criminals but men.." "No doubt.." We are the mob that loves hell. Aus Songtexte Mania