[Intro]
Yeah, uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets
Heh, let me tell you
[Verse 1]
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne
The sweat-a the money getter
Coppin' mad cheddar
Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano
I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular
Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines
Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!*
Like a parolee, the bitch violated
So how you like it: coffins or cremated?
Yeah, uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets
Heh, let me tell you
[Verse 1]
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one boss and one clan
Yes mans, they surround us like steaks in pans
All 'em wanna be the man, right hands wash the left hands
Loyalty's priority in this fam
Where life's initiated, ain't no givin' it back
Once you in it, like Bennett, you'll soon be lieutenant
Like me, the Don Juan, that's Yvonne
The sweat-a the money getter
Coppin' mad cheddar
Stevie was Wondering how I got in this position
One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition
Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
Push the phat Milano, '96 stick-shift 'cross the Verrazano
I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular
Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats
H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines
Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick
One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry
Minutes before I drop her, the *blow! blow! blow!*
Like a parolee, the bitch violated
So how you like it: coffins or cremated?
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