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
 [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 naughty
 Now, I'm sippin on a forty
 So you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money
 [Money B]
 Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killer
 I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin
 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 it
 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
 I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a
 Yankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, 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
 [Cold 187um]
 Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throat
 And don't let him go til he holla holla billygoat
 Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
 "187 why you wanna be a G?" Welllll..
 I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
 And never worry bout a bitch, cause she can't tell me shit
 Plus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)
 Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin the same
 So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
 Cause when I'm bustin on a punk, I could never be a customer
 Now peep this, cause when I'm goin deep
 the only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the pussy I freak
 They wanna pop that ying-yang
 I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
 Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wanna
 get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
 the No Mack Nigga, from the planet called Silk
 I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
 Yo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-
 pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa
 Now hold up, wait a second
 Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
 It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin spliff
 Me the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)
 Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
 So I POST on em, then I COAST on em
 No I never never never had a murder rap
 And if you snitch you say I did it you're bound to get your neck
 snapped
 So there it is, and how it's gonna be
 So I pass the joint, to my man KM.G
 [KM.G]
 Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
 I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
 Ah-say what you want, I'm workin for a cha-ohh
 Well alright, you little silly ass hoe
 Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)
 Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
 and see which playa, is up for the downstroke
 (Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)
 So toast them hoes like I said before
 I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin for more
 Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my house
 like, BAM, and I'm like, DAMN
 Now my niggaz done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nastyman
 Cause they know I can
 When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
 I'll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushes
 drinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk see
 like a true hoe gigolo should be
 See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
 Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
 A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
 So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want