[Intro: Lay Law]
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, I clown around when I hang around with The Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia, we droppin' ya!
And if you're a hoe, then I'll be knockin' ya
Baby, why not? You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular
The group with the Glock, I love to pop the *gun*
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me?
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me (See ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour, G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's known!
Now, I'm sippin' on a 40
So you can call it what you want, just pass the blunt and kick it, shorty
[Verse 2: Money B]
Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp 'em like Godzilla
Did in Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day
First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
'Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers
I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit 'em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat?
Just forget about a come back, you're done black
See Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security crew
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican
So why don't you let a Yankee Doodle do what he has ta
Raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha
Yes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now, I clown around when I hang around with The Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia, we droppin' ya!
And if you're a hoe, then I'll be knockin' ya
Baby, why not? You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular
The group with the Glock, I love to pop the *gun*
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want
How many times I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me?
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me (See ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour, G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's known!
Now, I'm sippin' on a 40
So you can call it what you want, just pass the blunt and kick it, shorty
[Verse 2: Money B]
Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp 'em like Godzilla
Did in Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day
First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's OK to get your crew
'Cause ooh I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers
I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit 'em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat?
Just forget about a come back, you're done black
See Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper
Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger
I blow you to bits and I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security crew
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican
So why don't you let a Yankee Doodle do what he has ta
Raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades
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