Mafiosos

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    This town like a great big pussy, just waitin to get
    fucked
    I'm tellin you, I, I shoulda come here ten years ago
    I'da been a, a millionaire by this time
    By this time, I'd have my own boat, my own car, my own
    golf course
    In this country, you gotta make the money first
    Then when you get the money, you get the power
    Then when you get the power, then you get the women
    That's why you gotta make your own moves

    [SPM]
    I come from the under, bring the rain and the thunder
    double pumper a burnin' rubber in yo baby mother
    Fuck supper, I'll eat yo bitch ass up for breakfast
    In Texas, we blast first and then ask questions
    Competition, all you can do is keep wishin'
    you need to shut yo muthafuckin' ass up and listen
    The prison system's winnin', a losin' battle
    Puttin' hate in our heart, we got more beef than
    cattle
    Mexicans killin' Mexicans I'm tired of you jealous
    men
    Mad cause I'm movin' on up like the Jeffersons
    Easy pickins, I made a livin' cookin' chickens
    The sickest, now my flow is harder than my dick is
    You bump your two lips and I'ma bust my two clips
    That's two hollow tips to make you do two flips
    Cause I'm a fool and a nut that really don't give a
    fuck
    Buckle up and do a drive-by in my grandpa's truck

    Look, the time has come; we gotta expand
    The whole operation, distribution
    New York, Chicago, L.A
    We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it
    We gotta think big now

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    I got my mind on dollar signs, blowin' lime dimes of
    pine
    My time to shine, you don't know Bing man he fine
    Proceed to shine, and blind, dedicated to my rhymes
    Top down, showin' spine, as I crawl on the grind
    See I shut 'em down. Stop flexin' I'm bustin' rhymes
    Bullet clips and slimes, you stop up at the stop sign
    Think sharp like Einstein, syrup and crush combined
    Drippin' paint on recline, keep my broads in line
    Come and find these niggaz swear to God they wreckin'
    the scene
    I'm so tired like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about
    Bing?
    Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, they exposin the G-String
    Say they panties got wet, the first time that they
    peeped me
    I ain't no hoe, I sip 4's, get throwed and watch
    sports
    Swangin' '84's, indo, blowin' 'dro on the road
    Stackin' C-notes, makin' bitch niggas full of they own
    dope
    'til the day that I go southeast in Grando fo sho

    I know all that bullshit, save your breath
    You got nothing on me
    You know it, I know it
    I'm changing dollar bills
    You wanna waste my time? Okay
    Call my lawyer
    He's the best lawyer in Miami
    He's such a good lawyer
    That by tomorrow morning, you're gonna be working in
    Alaska

    Woke up this morning, in a room that was padded up
    Strapped to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad enough
    I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Where am I, what
    have I done?"
    They stuffed my mouth so I couldn't bite my tongue
    then they opened my arm and a needle stung
    from the lithium the maximum sedation
    Seven hours later I made a vague interrogation
    They sayin' I burnt this man, and his wife, and they
    kids
    It appears none of them lived, I can't remember if I
    did
    But they insist that I'm the arsonist, claimin' that
    my part in this
    was that I doused the bodies in the dark and stayed up
    off of this
    But not before I snapped the necks of each and
    everyone of 'em
    Only cause it's cleaner than the runnin' up and
    gunnin' 'em
    Then I stacked them up and grabbed the gas for the
    soakin' 'em
    Actin' like they dead while the fumes was just chokin'
    'em
    Now it's comin' back to me, reality, that would be
    Yes I set the fire that's beyond the common casualty

    What you think I am, huh?
    What you think I am a fuckin' worm like you?
    I told you already, I told you, don't fuck with me!
    I told you, no fuckin kids, no but you wouldn't
    listen

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