M.A.F.I.A. Land Lyrics

Yeah... uhh

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll

Where loyalty is everything(thunder sounds)

The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets

Let me tell you

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, where there's one rule

One clan, yess man, face around

It's like stakes and pans

All 'em wanna be the man

Right hands wash the left hands

Loyalty's priority, in this fam

Where life is initiated, ain't no givin' it back

Once you in it, like Bennet

You'll soon be Lieutenant

Like me, the Don Juan that Evon

The sweat-a, the money gett-a

Coppin' mad chedda, see!

? wondering how I got in this position

One dya Frank was fishin', for competion, expedition

Number one, his name is Barry Modaddo

Pushin' fat molatto,'96? miss? this

Cost ya? barizono?

I lay gently in the Bently

Through binacular, he seemed popular

Givinchi socks, cartier poolates

H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians

Sick like lukemians, receeding hair lines

Watch how geniune, it's gold mine

Recline while Frank pops the wine

I cocks the nine, niggas peep it from behind

And slipped they clips in with it

One chick named Nic thought she was the shit

Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry

Minutes before I drop her, the blah! blah! blah!

Like a parolee, the bitch violated

So how you like it, coffins or cremated

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

Street murders, thug parasites

We official no fake gators

Coppin' fire arms with dug missles

We leavin' scare tissue

That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut

Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up

The nigga chuckles, this niggas loot

On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles

Damn, I could've dealed for a couple mill

We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance

But still, they backed me down from all angles

Trapped inside the devil's triangle

Like Bo I had to jangle

And movin' to slid 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 for like a bag of rocks

I pulled the shots

I grabbed the keys to the lots, the jewels and the rocks

The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop

I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

So now I'm titled

Mission acomplished, my man was a stounch

He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air

Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin'

Damn she's too little, too pretty, too fired

The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life

Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life

We increase the price, uuhh

So guess who the bitch iz, but for now I be the mistess

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

But now it's just me and my niggas, whah

It's just me and my niggas, just me and my niggas

Whah, just me and my niggash

It's just me and my niggas, just me and my niggas

Whah, just me and my niggash