mafia3 Lyrics

Now for some stories

Violence is up by forty seven percent

I leave the building out the back door

Mac four to your backbone

You lie on the pavement

Still before the cops say freeze

Yeah it's that cold

Son of a preacher man playing on the radio

Crown on the king, price on my head, heavy

Hop out the bel air chevy

My MO be to wipe out all these mobs

Rain down on these sobs

No rats on my ghetto cheese

Clear accounts when I settle fees

I recollect when I had no connects

Swam to the swamp, couldn't find me a deck

Water level right above my neck

Bet they thought I was never a threat

Bad blood, blood bath

Rated r, don't cut that

Baptized in your own blood in a church

Pay for your sins, God told me to go purge that

I'm in the strip club, back office right behind where her butts at

Night shift done, five am, you can go home take a bus back

Back to the mission

What's your position?

Another dead body gone missing

One time when I aim I don't miss it

Big talk, I don't listen

I hear sirens

Behind all the sounds of violence

Bodies piling, bitches wilding

Smeared makeup, that's what she styling

Who's she dialing?

Demons, screaming

Glocks is beaming

In a warehouse with the chemicals steaming

Cops surround us trying to bring the SWAT team in

Scheming, just to get even

Can't believe all the tales that he weaving

Golden hour, it's a fine old evening

Crip walk on a henchman while he creeping

If I go out like this, you ain't leaving

Ducking bullets all the way to the exit

Doubt that I make it to the next hit

Seen a black four door parked outside

I'm on the run, take a walk outside

Payback

Me and this beef go way back

Only spit facts, let me state that

You should make this a movie, go and tape that

Sorry momma yeah I had to do it

Had a chance but I fucking blew it

The game is ugly and I always knew it

Got to get a grip before I fucking lose it

Took a few hits

Not looking so good

Shooting pain through my arms in your hood

High speed chases

Blurred out faces

These two minutes done felt like ages

I don't even know how long I'mma last

Highway, do a one thirty on the dash

When I floor it, no brakes, all gas

A truck appeared out the blue, then I crashed