Mafia Music (Remix) (50 Cent Diss) Rick Ross (Ft. Fat Joe, The Game & Ja Rule)

[Intro: The Game]
Yeah! Maybach Music! Family we livin'

[Verse One: The Game]
Who stack cheddar better than the rat killer
That nigga that bust gats quicker, and he throw back liquor
The mafia way, toast it up like Sopranos
And when it's snowin, I push it like pianos
Back in the Lambo like I was born with it
Makavelli prophecy shoot up the car I'm goin' with it
From the cradle to the grave on these twenty two's
Before I take my last breath I let the semi loose
If there's heaven for a nigga with a crucifix
So much ice in it, mix the O and Gin and Goose with this
B-O- double S that's my nigga Ross!
And I'm his Cali connect, cause I can get it 'cross
Used to put ducks in the bathroom watch that bitch float
Couple years past now it's keys on the big boat
Take a shortcut 'round the Pacific
Throw the AK in Atlantic that's mafia livin'

[Verse Two: Ja Rule]
Guess who's bizzack?
Yeah nigga, you guess who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia
The swag's incomparable, but that says comparisons impossible, like dope that don't move
And I drip off the spoon, infectious to hoods
And one cold afternoon, you get shot at your home
Now I smell pussy, pussy got lips
But it don't talk to me, that's why you my bitch,
And you on my dick (ah-ha!)
'Cause I fucked ya up once, fucked ya up twice
And you still talkin shit ('Preme nigga!)
What must I do to get through to you?
Curly, get off my dick,, 'fore that ch-ch-ch-chi-chopper
Get ta pah-pah-pah-pah-poppin off of niggas that been mouthin' off
Read in between the lines when you hear me talk
Go and get out of line, this is Rule York