| Lyrics: | [DJ Paul]
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down
to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)
From hear to ATL, to
Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money,
pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga
[Project
Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come
and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a
problem with me, holla at my Luga
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit
you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no
discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'
[Lord
Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't
fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we
all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds,
CrazedNLazDayz
Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears,
evaporate
[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist
that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fool violatin' the
business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust
and I won't miss
The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth
The grill is still
gold, and the curls they know kick, fool
Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya
Mafia, ya, y-ya,
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