| Somebody made me an offer and I accepted
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| Forever in debted to weapon, love, honor, and respected
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| But his image was different than what his character reflected
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| Word is he’s seven-thirty his hands never dirty
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| All I know this so called psycho never hurt me
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| Touch me down to tips, shopping sprees on Fifth
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| With enough dough that could be carry out on forklifts
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| Earnt his trust, together till we turn to dust
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| Until his theory disintegrated and burnt to crust
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| What? |
| What?
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| Death to a soft heart
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| That’s what I vow to you
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| The vows I vow to you
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| Amazing how it’s true
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| Talk goes on our phone
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| Just to remind you
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| That I’m behind you
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| The FEDS won’t find you
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| Relax my love
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| The love I have for you is like the Mafia
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| For you I’d testify
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| I’d lie for you of course
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| Since my love is like the Mafia
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| And for you I will fight
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| Mister and Misses, but I wonder where the bliss is
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| Sealed in blood and Cordion kisses
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| The shit I witnessed
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| Would give a bitch morning sickness
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| Decomposed bodies thrown in the ditches
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| As for snitches ain’t nothing lower than that
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| Intentions to squeal on your fam make you low as a rat
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| Got cappos for flaming at those
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| Lame ass hoes, so you know next time keep your trap close
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| What would you doubt for?
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| I’d never lie to you
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| Of course I’d die for you
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| I’d be your eye for you
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| My love rest assured
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| I’ll raise our sons for you
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| I’ll save our ones for you
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| Load up your guns for you
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| Relax my love
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| The love I have for you is like the Mafia
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| For you I’d testify
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| I’d lie for you of course
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| Since my love is like the Mafia
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| And for you I will fight
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| Riches, tradition niggas once held dear
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| Let it be known that your name alone spell fear
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| Gun for gun, hundred to one forget about it
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| Petty shit, rise above and get up out it
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| Could give a shit about it
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| Time to focus a foe
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| Many lives bought and sold
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| Fortunes favor the bold
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| Connected like phone lines
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| To racketeering to known crimes
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| Winners turning long shots to gold mines
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| The high speed chases
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| I’ll do them just like you
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| I’ll give them dust like you
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| Turn around and bust like you
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| Then I’ll deserve it
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| Every time I get high
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| Relax my love
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| The love I have for you is like the Mafia
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| For you I’d testify
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| I’d lie for you of course
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| Since my love is like the Mafia
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| And for you I will fight
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| You I testify, oh, oh |