We are Mafioso's Songtext

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

On 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.