Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Mafia Land songtekst

Je score:

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
 Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds]
 The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
 Let me tell you

 In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land where there's one rule
 One clan yess man face around
 It's like stakes and pans
 All 'em wanna be the man
 Right hands wash the left hands
 Loyalty's priority in this fam
 Where life is initiated ain't no givin' it back
 Once you in it like Bennet
 You'll soon be Lieutenant
 Like me,the Don Juan that Evon
 The sweat-a,the money gett-a
 Coppin' mad chedda,see!
 ??? wondering how I got in this position
 One dya Frank was fishin',for competion,expedition
 Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo
 Pushin' fat molatto,'96 ?miss? this
 Cost ya ?barizono?
 I lay gently in the Bently
 Through binacular,he seemed popular
 Givinchi socks,cartier poolates
 H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians
 Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines
 Watch how geniune,it's gold mine
 Recline while Frank pops the wine
 I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind
 And slipped they clips in with
 One chick down with,pull ???? for shit
 Tried to play Big Poppa,don't worry
 Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah!
 They wanna roll me,the bitch violated
 So how you like it,coffins or cremated
 Yeah,you know what I'm sayin'

 chorus:
 There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
 That I don't get high,sit back and won't cry
 I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
 But now it's just me and my niggas,whah
 (repeat)

 Street murders,thug parasites
 We officialno fake gators
 Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
 We leavin' scare tissue
 That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
 Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up
 The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot
 On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
 Damn,I could've dealed for a couple mill
 We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance
 But still,they backed me down from all angles
 Trapped inside the devil's triangle
 Like Bo I had to ?dangle?
 And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans
 One cross eyed and hunchbacked
 The other must be mixed with black
 The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
 Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks
 I pulled the shots
 I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks
 The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
 I got away with everything,the cash and the stash

 chorus:

 So now I'm titled
 Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch
 He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
 Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin'
 Damn she's too little,too pretty,too fired
 The bitch is hired,mob's wife for life
 Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life
 We increase the price,uuhh
 So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess

 chorus:

 It's just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas
 Whah,just me and my niggas
 (repeat
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Big Beat Records, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Hard Core (1996)

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