| Welcome to the mob you have now been invited
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| To step inside my world where lames get indicted
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| Killers get excited the drama gets sub united
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| The bloodshed and warm in my niggers get united
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| Welcome to the mob got models in my arms
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| Shooters in the trunk cold blood in my palm
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| Look and see the stars tonight we are gods
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| Screaming fuck the world but I shall never cross my dogs
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| I am my brother’s keeper until I meet the reaper
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| The mafia your arms ain’t long enough to reach us
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| Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated
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| Finally got a reason for the dogs to celebrate it
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| Free lease by that cold old murta
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| Lot of niggas talk killing name but no murder
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| Get the blood that starts spilling
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| Trick a finger coat and
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| Game size get old and my titty whole warlock
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| Word I’m a young rapper browser
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| With expensive trousers
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| Out of public housing run for couple hundred thousand
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| What you have here as fear attitude this coffer
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| 'Cause I could cash out two fifty in the bag year
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| Have wrong royal nets of the game at the bar claire
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| Court side seats offer blood sweat and hard game
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| Do what the mob said for you be a target
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| Catch you sleeping at war bounce and leave you more bam
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| Fuck these niggers talking all that money chider cheddar
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| Mafioso in this bitch
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| Fuck niggers Peter Paning
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| Brooklyn to the duffle fire on the side of me
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| A splitter skinny nigga that’s a fucking phlebotomy
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| Paging doctor Martyr or whatever that you calling me
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| I ball with your whole giver a facial say that’s all in me
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| Kobe niggers say they know me
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| Frontin' like they running whipping niggers really owe me
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| I’m getting on this model pussy out here like I’m cut low
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| You nigga still beating through the phone like Naomi Campbell
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| Rob shit mob shit fuckin' with the mob bitch
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| You cross dressing bitch niggers grandma mars shit
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| It’s Lucky Don one of the mafia niggers
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| Say my name and watch me pop me a nigga
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| I salute my lakers ock me a nigga
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| Blow your whole shit down shorty in my face hoe sit down
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| I’m on my grind look what focus found
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| We sat down and had a talk on it
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| Promise my niggers every track I’m leaving chalk on it
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| Real shit I don’t think hard just talk on it
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| Paranoia really bust it got my own lawyer
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| Get some clothes I got something nice and chrome for ya
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| Two twins named Shaqoya and Toya
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| Lucky Don I make them both bust off at the same damn time
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| The mafia we the same damn kind
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| Yeah hussle hard mouse better
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| Yeah all the bitches heard me
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| Feds tryin' to in dice enemies wanna me murder me
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| A hundred thou' in a duffle bag just for emergency
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| Still got that thing I’m on bell committing purgery
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| Boy I’m on T never turn shit down
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| A hundred bottles so many sparkles might burn shit down
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| Cope cowboy a hundred bricks make you drown in a drought
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| My nigga swimming better find you in town
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| Homie I’m all in flossing panorama porsching
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| Bossing these niggers is dead without the coffin
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| We ain’t never gonna let up homie who gon check us
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| The mafia by blood or by love they gon' respect us |