Lyrics:
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like
That ain't even what the movie ‘bout
Three or fo' Swedish hoes
Opening doors when I leave the house
Figaro we got dough
I manifest on the cream
your ass another rash
Nurse in the mafia, bitch I am above the rats
Baby I'm a raccoon chillin up in Cancun
Gotta top the damn fakes before they do
off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still
and plenty (come on)
Lettin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls)
Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch, come on)
long?
Keep me strong
Let me build my house
For you to come in
Take away this thing
Let me build my house
I'm ready for the house
I'm ready for the house
on the muthafuckin' beat bitch
I swear this bitch was police when I sold dope to her
Quit acting like a tardy ass, knowing I only take cash
Maybe silver coin if
Triple, triple, triple, triple
Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy
Fli-Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin
[Verse 1
tha house
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
1 - [Skin Deep]
Baby just stop
I'm so tired of playing
Stop, no more games
Baby just stop
I'm so tired of playing
Stop, no
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
'ma always stand out
I don't take no handouts
But I take you're money bruh
Run up in your gram's house
I hustle till I die with
The rapping with the trapping
the central intelligence, the family, offing the agency Mafia
One big set of criminal gangs working together in cahoots
Hitmen
Murderers everywhere
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
By the Notorious B.I.G.
Head, head, and mo' head
Representing for the bitches
Head, head and mo' head
Check it out, check it out now, what
Check
him
Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous
Most shady
Been on the low lately, it's the MAFIA, baby
Don't think 'cause I rap and
Get pie all the time
I
the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis
Who has a unique quality of rap style
What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
Well, I shall take
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*** all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, a** licked
Leave your number by the phone,
[Talkbox Parts]
[Intro/Talkbox]
It's the Mafia
[Lil Cease]
Uh, uh, say what, say what
It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggaz
ain't
years of kind occupation?
We will take them like sheep in their beds as they sleep
On the second night of their new year
Devoutly at home they'll be
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