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Artiste:
Rick Ross
Titre:
Mafia Music (Remix)
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(feat. The Game, Fat Joe & Ja Rule) [The Game:] Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa That nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga The mafia way toast it up like Sopranos And when it starts snowin', I push it like pianos Back in the Lambo, like I was born with it Makaveli porpouse shoot up the [? ] with it From the cradle to the grave on this 22s Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes Is there a heaven for a nigga with the crucifix So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice with this B O double S that's my nigga ROSS And that's my Cali connect, cause I can get it crossed Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat Take a shortcut, round the Pacific Throw the Ak in the Atlantic That's Mafia Livin'! [Ja Rule:] Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia The swag is capable but that's just comparison It's impossible like they'll get our move And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood It's a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home Now I smell pussy Pussy got lips but it don't talk to me That's why you my bitch and you on my dick Cause I fucked you up once, fucked you up twice And you still talking shit What must I do to get through to you? Kindly get off my dick For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of Read in between the lines when you hear me talk Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all [Fat Joe:] I'm a nigga 'til I die, and I ain't even try See the murder in my eye, nigga fuck the other side I don't give a fuck, I will bring you Jerry cups Yayo is it's bottom bitch, Banks is the gali girl Don't worry about Whoo Kid, [? ] Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre [? ] Don't let me catch nausea, I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it Help him, bigger than Maybach Music Got them choppers man, don't make excuses Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage I say shit that you can't say, cause I ain't snitch I ain't bitch made! [Rick Ross:] David beat Goliath Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends Money come and go, but the trill will remain Bitch I keep it real like I still dealin' kane Realest shit I wrote and I put this on this quote Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books Fat mark boss but I'm runnin with the crooks No need for a vest that I suffocate the flash [? ] anticipatin' death Let the riffle sing cause I have a dream My carrer just got king in a tuff full of cream Pink champagne seem to take away the pain While the blue [? ] is penetrating all the lames Money ain't the thang, bitch that's a lie It only controls every bitch that's alive Money manifest, haters gotta die Tia neva told you that that muthafucker rides Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash It's time of my embark on my million man march A month of the dark, name me the victim In a sweet [? ] Markey snops, markey stops Then I give that 50 cent a marquesse pops A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it Show up in his hood with the woods by demony Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live My music is the mob, it is what it is Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets Only Boss gettin' money with the Bloods & the Crips AMEN!