Key: B minor•
Verse 1
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Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque
bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
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Back in this bitch, nigga. H- see muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse.
D
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time,
up. Who we got in this muthafucka
Em
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Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Lord Imfamous, and me
A
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G
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
Verse 2
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Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
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Mafia!
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Mafia!
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Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
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Verse 3
with that gat
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The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp
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we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
Verse 4
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle.
Verse 5
hatin' and shit
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Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
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C
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I'm gonna be lovin' this
Verse 6
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when
I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Verse 7
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Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
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Blow their chest up through
their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
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Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
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You cannot faze me
Verse 8
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gonna have to be whatever
D
Verse 9
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Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
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Mafi a! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Verse 10
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
G
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Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
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All I want is money man
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Can't you nig gaz comprehend?
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
D
G
A
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
Verse 11
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
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To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
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A
My nigga took her mouth
Verse 12
Let blood spill my nig
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If ya real my nig
Bm
G
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Who tote gats my nig
Baller in your blood
Ya high off that bud
Bm
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A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
In your partner's lap
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Choose
Verse 13
your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Bm
D
Each of my poisons
C
D
Are deadlier melodies
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Place all his pieces
D
Bm
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
Verse 14
can hurt
And add them twenties and vogues
D
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We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
Bm
C
And you wish you could
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Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
Because I'm filled up with anger
Hollerin' no kind of shit
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Is that the be st way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
And we the ones movin' on
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G
But nig gaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
Bm
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But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
Verse 15
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Outro 1
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
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