Just Us (Like I Thought It Would Be)

(アルバム： Riot Musik - 2005)

Nigga, this ain't
M.A.F.I.A
We back, niggas
We back, bitch

Yo, it's the M-A-F-I-A, back again, baby
Ayo, it's Cease-A-Leo, Bang Bang, Cheek Del Vec
We in the mother fucking house
It's still Big, no Kim, no Puff, no Un, no Jacob, just us
It's still Klep, still Nino, still Bugs, still Capone
Still the gangstas with the throne

A nigga back up on the line again
Back up on the grind again
Loading up them .9s again
I got a clip full of hollows, man
Lift and hit your body, fam
Toss you all around, man
Ayo, my niggas, we on top again
Time to get them dollars, man
I'm rolling with the mob, man
My set is different, we ain't kill a man
I kill a man for skrilla, man
When it comes to dope, I got it 80 bucks a milligram
Money, hoes and clothes, all the ice
Now you walk in afterlife
You was caught up in the racks, caught up in the tracks
Now you caught up in the trap
Now you walk around with rats
In the hood that once you backed
When you rhyme, the shit is whack
See, me, I'm still hood, still gangsta, still hood
You a wanksta, you a boy, get the fuck outta here

Yo, it's the M-A-F-I-A, back again, baby
Ayo, it's Cease-A-Leo, Bang Bang, Cheek Del Vec
We in the mother fucking house
It's still Big, no Kim, no Puff, no Un, no Jacob, just us
It's still Klep, still Nino, still Bugs, still Capone
Still the gangstas with the throne

Ayo, we back up in the game now
I hold my own weight now
Big watch and big chain now
And no, and no my niggas don't play around
They hit you any day now
I cock it back and lay you down (Let's go)
My money right, bending straight now
Get them fakes up out my face now
Got big things on my plate now (For sure)
And if it's beef, you get ate down
Feet up, hands down
Drill on the floor with your jaw, hugging the pave now
It's like I'm back against the wall
2 outs in the 9th, a nigga gotta hit this ball
I got my homie on 3rd, gotta bring my nigga home
I gotta make it on my own
Brooklyn's the end zone, we fill mine with big chrome
Send 6 to your dome
I'm a gangster, I'm grown, rock ice with big stone
Bang bang, it's the M.A.F.I.A. gang, nigga, it's on

Yo, it's the M-A-F-I-A, back again, baby
Ayo, it's Cease-A-Leo, Bang Bang, Cheek Del Vec
We in the mother fucking house
It's still Big, no Kim, no Puff, no Un, no Jacob, just us
It's still Klep, still Nino, still Bugs, still Capone
Still the gangstas with the throne

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, got rid of all the hanger on's since a nigga paper long
These bitches wanna tag along
Dead weight won't keep me afloat now
Swimming in C-Notes, relax doing the backstroke
Our brainchild was conceived, now M.A.F.I.A.'s Ivy League
We got the game under siege
Green thumb, watch your paper growth
Smash your chicks and send 'em home
In and out, in they mouth, you know what we 'bout
We icons, strike it like pythons in live form
We who the world's got they eyes on
We like the monkeys on the road
Getting chased after them shoes
Women ripping off our clothes
Now we ride across town
Limo windows an inch down
Seeping out weed clouds
We them niggas who can get it done
M.A.F.I.A. dons, day one niggas
D.O.N., we 'bout to do it again

Yo, it's the M-A-F-I-A, back again, baby
Ayo, it's Cease-A-Leo, Bang Bang, Cheek Del Vec
We in the mother fucking house
It's still Big, no Kim, no Puff, no Un, no Jacob, just us
It's still Klep, still Nino, still Bugs, still Capone
Still the gangstas with the throne