Mafia Music III

[00:17.67] My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
[00:20.97] I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
[00:24.05] Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
[00:27.10] I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
[00:30.39] Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
[00:33.53] Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
[00:36.89] It's death row, conspiracy theories
[00:40.41] Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
[00:43.55] Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
[00:46.60] The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
[00:49.77] GABOS, game ain't based on sympathy
[00:52.98] So he put a hit on his cousin at 18
[00:56.22] A sweet potato pie, oh me, oh my
[00:59.82] Showing no remorse watching the others cry
[01:02.87] Heroin sales, detectives'll sell
[01:06.11] A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
[01:09.19] This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
[01:12.79] Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
[01:15.90] Niggas hating, though they studied my moves
[01:19.20] I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
[01:22.38] Two attempts on my life, they threatened venues
[01:25.44] Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue
[01:28.76] I bought more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
[01:32.34] I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the face
[01:35.30] Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
[01:38.41] Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops
[01:41.83] Then we celebrate, black bottles pop
[01:45.16] Time to elevate, we re-open shop
[01:48.15] Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
[01:51.63] My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage
[01:54.74] Petite felite, platinum Audemars
[01:58.10] Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
[02:01.34] I know them bitches, we met them broads
[02:04.55] Never loved one, fucked them all
[02:07.69] I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross
[02:11.11] Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
[02:13.95] But my main bitch she get the main dish
[02:17.59] Not the old range, that was a lame bitch
[02:20.73] Brazilian weave, she say I came quick
[02:24.09] I let her see a hundred ki's, a different St. Nick
[02:27.33] Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
[02:30.34] She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
[02:33.36] Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
[02:37.01] Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
[02:40.37] Glock .40, even when I shower
[02:43.61] Chrome .22 in my swimming towel
[02:46.84] Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
[02:49.73] May the powers that be, nigga let me be
[02:53.09] We around when the sun goes down
[02:55.93] And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
[03:04.56] It's gonna be a bloodshed
[03:07.93] One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
[03:13.91] Bop, gunshot in the head
[03:18.01] Payback is a motherfucker
[03:20.99] Yes, I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
[03:24.45] I feel the air when my enemies die
[03:28.00] I feel the strength of ten killas
[03:30.99] What is to be, will be
[03:34.13] Only God on earth can kill me
[03:37.75] 'Cause these fucking streets filthy
[03:40.83] And I ain't fucking guilty
[03:45.01] Gangsta no take no chance, from no guy
[03:47.49] Know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
[03:50.67] Boy die
[03:51.39] Guns go off ah suh me say
[03:54.54] Murderings in anyway
[03:57.76] Gangsta no take no chance, from no guy
[04:00.46] Know why? Violate a gangsta and bullets fly
[04:03.62] Boy die
[04:04.52] Guns go off ah suh we say
[04:07.47] Murderings in anyway
[04:09.18] You better not be around, when the sun goes down
[04:13.74] And the real real killas, them hunt for you
[04:19.88] Ay, it's gonna be a bloodshed
[04:27.33] One bust, one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed
[04:33.49] Gun shot in a head
[04:37.00] Sizzla Kalonji have de girls dem screaming
[04:39.65] Entire country every sweet gyal
[04:41.55] Ya already know the meaning but its streaming
[04:43.61] Go and clean, ya cant diss me ya must be dreaming
[04:46.38] Jamaicans make dem know we can't defeat dem (Mo' fire)