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Welcome to the mob you have now been invited To step inside my world where lames get indicted Killers get excited the drama gets sub united The bloodshed and warm in my niggers get united Welcome to the mob got models in my arms Shooters in the trunk cold blood in my palm Look and see the stars tonight we are gods Screaming fuck the world but I shall never cross my dogs I am my brother's keeper until I meet the reaper The mafia your arms ain't long enough to reach us Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated Finally got a reason for the dogs to celebrate it Free lease by that cold old murta Lot of niggas talk killing name but no murder Get the blood that starts spilling Trick a finger coat and Game size get old and my titty whole warlock Word I'm a young rapper browser With expensive trousers Out of public housing run for couple hundred thousand What you have here as fear attitude this coffer 'Cause I could cash out two fifty in the bag year Have wrong royal nets of the game at the bar claire Court side seats offer blood sweat and hard game Do what the mob said for you be a target SongtexteCatch you sleeping at war bounce and leave you more bam Fuck these niggers talking all that money chider cheddar Mafioso in this bitch Fuck niggers Peter Paning Brooklyn to the duffle fire on the side of me A splitter skinny nigga that's a fucking phlebotomy Paging doctor Martyr or whatever that you calling me I ball with your whole giver a facial say that's all in me Kobe niggers say they know me Frontin' like they running whipping niggers really owe me I'm getting on this model pussy out here like I'm cut low You nigger still beating through the phone like Naomi Campbell Rob shit mob shit fuckin' with the mob bitch You cross dressing bitch niggers grandma mars shit It's Lucky Don one of the mafia niggers Say my name and watch me pop me a nigga I salute my lakers ock me a nigga Blow your whole shit down shorty in my face hoe sit down I'm on my grind look what focus found We sat down and had a talk on it Promise my niggers every track I'm leaving chalk on it Real shit I don't think hard just talk on it Paranoia really bust it got my own lawyer Get some clothes I got something nice and chrome for ya Two twins named Shaqoya and Toya Lucky Don I make them both bust off at the same damn time The mafia we the same damn kind Yeah hussle hard mouse better Yeah all the bitches heard me Feds tryin' to in dice enemies wanna me murder me A hundred thou' in a duffle bag just for emergency Still got that thing I'm on bell committing purgery Boy I'm on T never turn shit down A hundred bottles so many sparkles might burn shit down Cope cowboy a hundred bricks make you drown in a drought My nigga swimming better find you in town Homie I'm all in flossing panorama porsching Bossing these niggers is dead without the coffin We ain't never gonna let up homie who gon check us The mafia by blood or by love they gon' respect us Aus Songtexte Mania