mafia music iii

my corner so polluted

young niggas looting

i studied kenneth williams

i'm one hell of a student

remarkable hustle

my niggas coming home

i kept the candle lit

my nigga never rowed

niggas caught him slipping

gave him a shit bag

five shots to the stomach

2pac gift pack

it's death row

conspiracy theories

concealed indictments handed to the grand jury

get some money now

you hated by your own kind

the home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

gabos

game ain't based on sympathy

so he put a hit on his cousin in 18th

a sweet potato pie

oh me

oh my

showing no remorse watching the others cry

heroin sales

detectives'll sell

a lot of yellow tape

where that obama care?

this the mob

bitch

silk underwear

yeezy concerts

kim instagrams

niggas hating

though they studied my moves

i'm like farrakhan

in view of hundreds of jews

two attempts on my life

they threatened venues

can't you see what i am? the hustle continue

i bought more jewels

i ordered the wraith

i got a new style of shoes

match the watch in the face

bill belichick

coaching and calling the shots

throw a yellow flag

pussy nigga body drops

then we celebrate

black bottles pop

time to elevate

we re-open shop

wale a genius

meek mill a superstar

my new crib in phoenix

ten car garage

patek philippe

platinum audemars

ain't no tags needed

nigga

i own them cars

i know them bitches

we met them broads

never loved one

fucked them all

i'm a fucking dog

ricky fucking ross

nigga

birkin bags just for my runner-ups

but my main bitch she get the main dish

not the old range

that was a lame bitch

brazilian weave

she say i came quick

i let her see a hundred ki's

a gift from st. nick

moving bricks like it's black friday

she gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby

looking over my shoulder

i can't trust a soul

bought a spot in anguilla just for me and my ho

glock.40

even when i shower

chrome.22 in my swimming towel

mob ties and i pray the music set me free

may the powers that be better let me be

ya better not be around when the sun goes down

and the real

real killers them out for ya

it's gonna be be a bloodshed

one buss

one dead

it's gonna be a bloodshed

gun- gunshot inna head

payback is a motherfucker

yes i feel it when i squeeze the trigger

i feel the air when my enemies die

i feel the strength of ten killer

what is to be will be

only god alone can kill me

'cause these fucking streets filthy

and i ain't fucking guilty

can't stand to take no chance from no guy

know why?

violent gangster and bullets fly

one guy

guns go off

or so we say

murder

action

anywhere

out the doors them screaming

the entire country

you don't know the meaning

i must be dreaming

and we know we got a demon