Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mafia Lifestyle , by - Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.. Song from the album Godfather's Top Picks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mafia Lifestyle |
| I’m from that city that breathed it |
| Live playa paper out there for everybody |
| Trailthem creepin make that paper stack |
| Ya’ll know we got them ballers and playaz |
| Playa bosses gangsta haters callin shots |
| U-haulers all caught up in that pen partna |
| Collectin my dough from do, slammin them Lincoln doors |
| Expensive clothes and ho’s be hollerin tinted windows bouncin |
| S — A — M — O — A — N that mafia soldier rollin to the top |
| No we never gon stop where we goin showin' all them … |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early |
| (Layzie Bone) |
| Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe |
| Gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough |
| Real thugs hit em up just to let a nigga know Mo Thug nigga what? |
| Get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road |
| Nigga anything goes and we gotta survive |
| 24−7, 365 and I be ready to ride |
| Either thug or you die gimme a hug and don’t cry cuz I’m a get mine |
| Take this game on a whole nother level can you feel the pain? |
| Sometimes it be stressin me man |
| But the lesson you brang you well worth it |
| Ain’t nobody perfect but a nigga pilot ain’t nobody stop this Mo Thugs madness |
| Any nigga try then the shit is done, tragic |
| Real drastic, big clips on the automatics |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early |
| (The Godfather: Singing) |
| Momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets |
| (The Riddler) |
| I’m all about my scrill-o |
| Illiminates that middle |
| That money green no dream |
| Triple beam turn them human beings to fiends |
| Socialize with no feds |
| Never will never did … now who did? |
| Playa like that don’t wanna live |
| Hater like that don’t wanna give |
| Paper out there for everybody |
| Don’t let that paper pay pass you by so thick |
| Then you die, don’t lay, I don’t lie |
| In the VIP, we gamble cheese, toast to that winning team |
| Table full of that Hennessy, enemies eyes is all on me |
| (Chorus till fade) |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy |
| It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle |
| Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early |
| (The Godfather: Singing over chorus) |
| My momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets |
| Don’t cry for me, don’t cry for me |