Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mafia, artist - Kelis. Date of issue: 06.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Virgin Records America Release;
Song language: English
Mafia |
| Somebody made me an offer and I accepted |
| Forever in debted to weapon, love, honor, and respected |
| But his image was different than what his character reflected |
| Word is he’s seven-thirty his hands never dirty |
| All I know this so called psycho never hurt me |
| Touch me down to tips, shopping sprees on Fifth |
| With enough dough that could be carry out on forklifts |
| Earnt his trust, together till we turn to dust |
| Until his theory disintegrated and burnt to crust |
| What? |
| What? |
| Death to a soft heart |
| That’s what I vow to you |
| The vows I vow to you |
| Amazing how it’s true |
| Talk goes on our phone |
| Just to remind you |
| That I’m behind you |
| The FEDS won’t find you |
| Relax my love |
| The love I have for you is like the Mafia |
| For you I’d testify |
| I’d lie for you of course |
| Since my love is like the Mafia |
| And for you I will fight |
| Mister and Misses, but I wonder where the bliss is |
| Sealed in blood and Cordion kisses |
| The shit I witnessed |
| Would give a bitch morning sickness |
| Decomposed bodies thrown in the ditches |
| As for snitches ain’t nothing lower than that |
| Intentions to squeal on your fam make you low as a rat |
| Got cappos for flaming at those |
| Lame ass hoes, so you know next time keep your trap close |
| What would you doubt for? |
| I’d never lie to you |
| Of course I’d die for you |
| I’d be your eye for you |
| My love rest assured |
| I’ll raise our sons for you |
| I’ll save our ones for you |
| Load up your guns for you |
| Relax my love |
| The love I have for you is like the Mafia |
| For you I’d testify |
| I’d lie for you of course |
| Since my love is like the Mafia |
| And for you I will fight |
| Riches, tradition niggas once held dear |
| Let it be known that your name alone spell fear |
| Gun for gun, hundred to one forget about it |
| Petty shit, rise above and get up out it |
| Could give a shit about it |
| Time to focus a foe |
| Many lives bought and sold |
| Fortunes favor the bold |
| Connected like phone lines |
| To racketeering to known crimes |
| Winners turning long shots to gold mines |
| The high speed chases |
| I’ll do them just like you |
| I’ll give them dust like you |
| Turn around and bust like you |
| Then I’ll deserve it |
| Every time I get high |
| Relax my love |
| The love I have for you is like the Mafia |
| For you I’d testify |
| I’d lie for you of course |
| Since my love is like the Mafia |
| And for you I will fight |
| You I testify, oh, oh |