M.A.F.I.A. Land

Yeah... uhh In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all Where loyalty is everything The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets Heh, let me tell you In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands Loyalty's priority in this fam Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne The sweat-a the money getter Coppin' mad cheddar Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition Number one, his name is Barry Madanno Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines Watch how genuine this gold mine recline When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick One chick named Nick thought she was the shit Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!* Like a parolee, the bitch violated So how you like it: coffins or cremated? [Hook: REPEAT x2] It ain't a day of my life that rolls by That I don't get high, sit back, and wan' cry I used to roll hard with tons of bitches Now, it's just me and my niggas Street murderers, thug parasites We official, no fake gators Coppin' fire arms with dud missles We leavin' scar tissues That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles Damn! How could a deal for a couple mill Result to such violence And throw our whole shit off balance? But still, they pat me down from all angles Trapped inside the Devil's triangle Like Bo I had the Jangles And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans One cross-eyed and hunchbacked The other must be mixed with Black The third nigga had missin' teeth and tattoo tear drops Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks Before this chops I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop I got away with everything, the cash and the stash [Hook] So now I'm titled, mission acomplished My man was astonished He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air Stinkin! I know this nigga's thinkin' "Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet The bitch is hired," mob's wife for life Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life We increase the price, uhh So guess who the bitch is? But for now I be the mistress [Hook]