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Featuring Hustle Hard Mouse , Push & Lucky Don [Hook] Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas, We gonna ball like there's no tomorrow Until they get it, this is us, against the world I love my niggas, we the mob, When my homies call, this how I greet them I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? I put my niggas over these bitches Put these bitches back in they place Put that Aston Martin in drive Put that 45 on my waist Put that audemar on my wrist Put them rubber bands on my cake Put my broke back on the mac And put these lames deep in the lake I put them diamonds all on my neck Put them bullets all in my tec Put that game up over her ears SongtexteAnd put my dick between her breasts Put them bottles up in the air Put my homies all in my prayers Put this in your brain We're the mafia, mafia We're here, we're here, we're here [Hook] Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas, We gonna ball like there's no tomorrow Until they get it, this is us, against the world I love my niggas, we the mob, When my homies call, this how I greet them I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? See my money all in them bundles Got bricks all in them duffles Bitch niggas do what they can Real niggas do what they want to Nah, nah, y'all done heard of my name Not associated with lames Hustle hard mouse nigga air them out That nigga don't play no games Nah, nah, nah I, I live and die Know how I get it, shit I spit it Like it's homicide It's in my spirit, got a feeling Know that I'ma ride It's for my niggas, for my niggas Know that I'ma die, I'd fucking die [Hook] Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas, We gonna ball like there's no tomorrow Until they get it, this is us, against the world I love my niggas, we the mob, When my homies call, this how I greet them I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? What up son, I'm buryin in it You can't shake me bitch, I'm steady in it My ball game wasn't above the rest So I had to go and get birdie in it All I know is 36, break it down, white dirty bitches My whip clean but I'm dirty in it Got black strapper got 30 in it Extend all to pretend hoe You ain't bout this life If you are death pro then I'ma sin for Diving up in your red eyes The mob handle they bizz You niggas know what it is Take a village to raise them kids But take one hour to raise my sis Now look around, it's luck nigga And I don't give a fuck nigga The mafia, we tough niggas And y'all niggas is dumb niggas Straight dick in the butt niggas Did a dime I cut niggas He be with them, so what nigga So what nigga, so what I control this and make whoever hold this You can ask my hood I was never no bitch Little nigga lightweight, heavy fork lift You the nigga don't live life like this, Not like this, not like this, not like this It's the mafia, bitch [Hook] Now, now, I live and die, for all my niggas, We gonna ball like there's no tomorrow Until they get it, this is us, against the world I love my niggas, we the mob, When my homies call, this how I greet them I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? I say, I say, I say What up son? Aus Songtexte Mania