Mafioso

Lyrics

Verse 1: Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach clips Who flows ramped enough to hold drips and float ships No mo' shifts I hold enough chips to toast Cris It's G. Rap, the cat that's on your wanted most list I wrote this, so you could sweat this and soak this Get the focus, the made family, kid, not the bogus You're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like holsters Left for the vultures, with DT's picking up cultures Three-thousand volt ya' just like the third rail And if you heard shells a herb fell, swift with the words well All on my dirt trail Kick up enough dust to hurt cells Swerve the SL, so get G murk swell, the shirt braille Curved in jail cells for jakes that wanna H-block those Niggas in Paco's keep the block froze and the shop closed Where the pots grow, with young cats coppin' the drop Roves Get the Nacho's, so no cops show when the shots blow Shit red hot though Streets remain flooded with D's Bundling Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees Main crime wave, we handle a beef in .9 ways Get your mind grazed from TEC-9 sprays, your spine blazed When it get too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays Put all you cats in cradles if you crave to find graves Diamond mind crazed, rays blindin' you with my shine glaze Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase [Chorus] Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (He's a man that came from the bad lands) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distribution Racketeering, prostitution, paid executions Verse 2: Made corporation Body casing, watch where you pacing Thug orchestration This is live niggas you facing We paper chasing, for that million baby we lacing Fifty Caliber gat embracing Leavin' you wit' legs without sensation Who's full of malice? Who thug the wildest? Act childish get your body sent to a stylist Who live the foulest? Be grippin' cannons till my hands are callused Pile this paper longer than mail list from New York to Dallas Purchase a palace, sip coladas with the whole Borgata Bodies be dropped while I attend the opera Land on casino roofs in helicopters In Las Vegas, Nevada Can't stop until I got a casa up in Trump Plaza 929 Mazda, foreign chicks talking with accents like they Zsa Zsa Mean like Idi Amin Dada Thug saga Slugs burn you like they lava You and your bimbo, get hit up through your car window See you an drift slow and let ten blow From out the darkest shadow Remain straight as the archer's arrow I spark this barrel, hit my target Even if the mark is narrow Lay you like a pharaoh With fragments inside your bone marrow Get your wig flown just like a sparrow Chorus