Mafia Music

(专辑： Deeper Than Rap - 2009)

Yeah, I got a feeling nigga, really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"
Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they gon' woof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof

That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth
So now when I menage and get massaged it's the proof
Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda caking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked

Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I flip my middle finger, I'm chilling on twenty million
The rumors turn me on, I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited, so they catching every drop

I'm dodging debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicas
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid
Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in the light

But who really cares? We just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth, pouring Moet in her hair
Excuse me, her weave, the bluest of weed
Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese

That boy get salad, beef bowel movements
BMWs on them big thangs looking foolish
Shawty sitting low, big thangs popping
Tip on the Glock from a Crip up in Compton

Shooting at the cops, fuck one-time
I gave her to the block, I fucked one time
We Boyz N the Hood and nigga you Lil' Tre
Suppress ya appetite, we taking ya lil' tray

Love my handgun, but my choppa still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"
1996, kilos was the shit
But that was better than roofing, that shit be bad for ya skin

Niggas was ruthless, Lord knows that I sin
But I thought about my future and the loops I could pin
Walked out on the gig and I turned to the streets
Kept my name low-key, I ain't heard from in weeks

I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck 'em all, they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album, I did that for my dawgs

Ten Maybachs everybody riding big
I just sit back like, "Look what I did."
Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
Once I said my prayer, everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant
People looking from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Conch
Reincarnated, spirit of a G
Beef I'll make you thinner, take a seat so we can eat

A Farrakhan aura, pause on the pork
You eat from the bowl, while your dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coil
I'm laughing at you cause, kill you niggas when I'm bored (yeah!)

We stepping on you crew 'til them motherfuckers crush
And making sweet love to every woman that ya lust
I love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rent
Curtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't asking for a cent

Burn the house down nigga, you gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherfucker
To another chapter, paper that I captured
Caught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughter

Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare 'cause they know they see the money
I open up her mind by opening bank accounts
Deposit a hundred stacks, break-up, won't take it out

Baby, that's a gift, maybe you could live
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just like to give
Used to run the street, young nigga bare feet
Now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats

Ice so right, other rappers envy
They calling all my jewelers up, asking what he spending (what?)
Thinking 'bout Boss, not thinking 'bout them
This a letter to my enemies, one I won't send,
Amen