Lyrics:
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
sables (what?)
With matching pool tables, read the label
M.a.f.i.a, admiring my shoes by Gucci
I be eating sushi, playing with my coochie
Counting
Look at wealthy fellers (fellers), killing leaders like (like)
Coffee beans in water (waters), change from brown to black (black)
I'ma bring y'all
a clean house
You got a clean house, yeah
I can tell by conversation she about her cream
She independent, by herself, and keeps her house clean
DJ
M. Le Vicomte, once more, if you please, Signor
He love me
We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets, monsieur
I see why,
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
to the lord my soul to keep)
If I shall die (if I shall die)
Before I wake (before I wake)
I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
My soul to take (my soul
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
on the bottom got bubbles
I got my dick swallowed up by a baby
I take her fine ass to shop at Sephora
But she is a flirt so she came with a lady
Give your mouth
a bag of Swedish Fish and a
Fistful of chocolate covered cherries
And a pack
Of Marlboro next for three dollars and ninety
Cents the bodega by the waffle
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la (ooh la la)
I, mother of my house
Vow to keep my f-ing mouth to myself
You make me smile, I vow to love thy hater
I
Yeah
You're now entering the mode of the Notorious Biggie Smalls
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique, representing
This one going out to Brooklyn
Ya'll know
talk baby
We can just walk yeah
She Swedish Born
Me Malmö 040 im on
Not really native son
Da Adopted Don
Aint no other place I love like back Home
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
Big Ty come
With a hundred pounds
And my trial long
Shoutout to Richie Factor man
Ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Whale Mafia
I'm on my whale
Take it off your shoulder,
Respect nigga I'm a solja, take it off your shoulder,
Uptown clown, gettin' so dirty,
Respect my fuckin' mind, gotta get my
the wrong people have the power
Of suggestion
And the freedom of the press is meaningless
If nobody asks a question
I mean
Causation by definition
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
'Cause they never tell me lies
I can feel
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
before, Junior MAFIA click, hardcore
Uhh, representin
Biggie Smalls in the house
Uhh, check it, huh
Biggie Smalls is the wickedest
Niggaz say I
Aye hold up let's get lit
Bless the bottle
Take a shot
Or take a sip nigga aha
Aye we being cautious
In the middle of the living room playing mafia
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