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Mafia Music III

Rick Ross, Sizzla1 Jan 2014

Mafia Music III Lyrics

Mafia Music III - Rick Ross/Sizzla

My corner so polluted young niggas looting

I studied Kenneth Williams I'm one hell of a student

 

Remarkable hustle my niggas coming home

I kept the candle lit my ni**a never rowed

 

Niggas caught him slipping gave him a sh*t bag

 

Five shots to the stomach 2Pac gift pack

 

It's death row conspiracy theories

 

Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury

 

Get some money now you hated by your own kind

 

The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline

 

GABOS game ain't based on sympathy

 

So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th

 

A sweet potato pie oh me oh my

 

Showing no remorse watching the others cry

 

Heroin sales detectives'll sell

A lot of yellow tape where that Obama care

 

This the mob b**ch silk underwear

 

Yeezy concerts Kim Instagrams

 

Niggas hating though they studied my moves

I'm like Farrakhan in view of hundreds of Jews

 

Two attempts on my life they threatened venues

 

Can't you see what I am The hustle continue

 

I bought more jewels I ordered the Wraith

I got a new style of shoes match the watch in the face

 

Bill Belichick coaching and calling the shots

 

Throw a yellow flag p**sy ni**a body drops

 

Then we celebrate black bottles pop

 

Time to elevate we re-open shop

 

Wale a genius Meek Mill a superstar

 

My new crib in Phoenix ten car garage

 

Patek Philippe platinum Audemars

 

Ain't no tags needed ni**a I own them cars

 

I know them b**ches we met them broads

 

Never loved one f**ked them all

I'm a f**king dog Ricky f**king Ross

 

Ni**a Birkin bags just for my runner-ups

 

But my main b**ch she get the main dish

 

Not the old range that was a lame b**ch

 

Brazilian weave she say I came quick

 

I let her see a hundred ki's a gift from St Nick

 

Moving bricks like it's Black Friday

 

She gotta f**k me or call me a fat crybaby

 

Looking over my shoulder I can't trust a soul

Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho

 

Glock 40 even when I shower

 

Chrome 22 in my swimming towel

 

Mob ties and I pray the music set me free

 

May the powers that be better let me be

We around when the sun goes down

 

And the real real killers they mourn for ya

 

This time it'll be a bloodshed

 

One month one day it's gonna be a bloodshed

 

Bop gunshot in the head

 

Payback is a motherf**ker

 

Yes I feel it when I squeeze the trigger

 

I feel the air when my enemies die

 

I feel the strength of them killer

 

What is will be

 

Only God and them can kill me

 

Cause these f**king streets filthy

 

And I ain't f**king guilty

 

We around when the sun goes down

 

And the real real killers they mourn for ya

 

This time it'll be a bloodshed

 

One month one day it's gonna be a bloodshed

 

Bop gunshot in the head

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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