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Duke! I know ya'll wondering who I am right? [laughter] Verse: 1 Listen brotha, Im known for flippin butta Ive been across the globe but my home is in the gutta Im A-Mafia, niggaz play wit jockie I'ma spray off a shotty out the gray Maserati [Uh!] Pull the rocks out to see more change I'ma hustle 'till I'm hoppin out the G4 plane I'ma hood fello, plus I'm smooth and mellow Killa did the blue lambo, I'ma do the yellow Since I came it's a lotta hatin in the game [Why?] Cuz, I'ma pimp without the gators and the cane The hoes wanna throw me in a Cobra clutch Cuz I'm rollin up, '07 Rover truck Mafia the truth! Stage of the booth, I'ma blow it up Gang signs out the sunroof, I'ma throw it up When the coke get rough, I'ma let the purple sell A-Mafia, I'm harder than a turtle shell Verse: 2 Duke and Killa threw me the deal, now it's time to ride SongtexteFront on Mafia and I'ma catch a homicide When its beef, the glock'll get them bustas off me In the streets, I'm hotter than a cup of coffee But the Feds think I'm hotter than a pot of grits Cuz I get bread and hop outta topless whips Fitted hat with the kicks to match plus known for spittin crack with the Diplomats And those niggaz who speak in tongues, can eat a gun I'll be in the streets or slums 'till the Grim Reaper come I see the hatin niggaz hearts cuz Im making bucks Smart and my weight is up, sharper than a papercut I remember I snatched and took a purse Now I'm charging bout ten stacks for a hook and verse In the clubs we pop bub and twirl grass Mafia! my buzz bigger than my girl ass (Thanks to YungFresh for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania