Lyrics:
so i guess your shit cost a nickel
Cooking this shit in da kitchen that's just how i'm living
I pull up the windows is tinted
Fucking with Mafia
cause that's our goal
So we got to make it happen stick together like it's stapled
If you come into our house we put opponents through the table
I said
Dark Mafia
That's all I know
I'm bout dat life
That's all I know
Me against the world
I have no choice
Did it for myself
Ain't have no voice
Fuck they
steerin' it
The reptilians hid the truth about the pyramids, damn
My genetics is kinetic, the devil is a lie
His agenda is pathetic
I ain't no house
Riding 'round, sky high
Slowly time goes by
Oceans sweep my waves
We gon' see that day
Where'd you go?
I'm killing time waiting
Don't know
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are
Deep in tha house
Junior M.A.F.I.A.
[Chorus]
[Skin Deep]
Baby just stop
I'm so tired of playing
Stop, no more games
Baby just stop
I
the shot, I'ma take it
Won't ever drop the ball
This mafia shit we be on
Niggas is not involved (At all)
Was at the crib when I
Got the call, thinkin', "Not
seem old fashioned to some of you, but I'd like to join in on this song. it's the kind of a sentimental song that you get at the end of a movie. it's
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
to the gate further upstate
I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo, look out for Jakes
Give it all it takes
know what I'm sayin'?
You ready, you ready to rip shit?
Yeah, I was lookin' for them
Bronx Zoo brothers, though
You know what I'm sayin'?
Junior Mafia's
prostitution
I'm not kidding, I'm sicker than Rob Zombie
You'll need cheat codes to beat me, I'm the king of Jumanji
Enter into my house of a thousand corpses,
Jada Washington, developing a strain
Before lobster, it was cereal and window unit fans
Bitch I'm mafia material, could never take the stand
This lil'
walk you out)
Step by step, watch yourself
Cleaners got anything you might've left
I couldn't do none of this by myself
With mafia, they in the tuck
Yeah niggas know what time it is
Junior MAFIA in the motherfuckin' house
Talkin' a dangerous crew
Junior MAFIA, my man Mad Klep
Stealing everything
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I
to your house, go to your house, go to your house, go to your house)
You live too far, too far away
Every time I go to your house takes me the whole
Hahaha
Let's document a real moment
Yeah, I swear to God, shit is real over here, nigga
Yeah, walk with me, take a walk through the Eastside,
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
on some shit
I give a fuck what niggas think
They ain't on this tip
I'm on a whole 'nother wave
How I'm doin' this shit
Mafia, everything Mafia salmon over
them boys, no Shop (yeah)
Loadin' up a Glock
Take shots, I got J's on a flavor-flavor watch (Rich Gang)
Billidybop, pull up, shootin' them buckshots
want, where I please
Keep a n**** in check, cause they be in my cheese
(Yo Yo) Yeah I know what you mean, my n****'s on some ol' mafia s***
He need
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