Mafioso

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] Capture the immage of a self made gangsta Now say it to yourself, "I'm a self made gangsta now" You a hoodlum cause you got you a scar face Blood in and Blood out, between a rock and a hard place So you makin colors, cause you living in New Jack City The king of New York, and it ain't pretty Started running with the reservoir dogs through the reservoir Bumping pulp fiction out your jaw cause you never saw Real niggas get down, except for on DVD You go to jail, and get American meat What's done to you is done to you Real niggas [?] bitch [?] So before you decide you's a gangsta You better be thankfull you ain't a gangsta Cause these niggas will bank ya, wanksta Rob you point blank, then hang ya Leave your bitch ass upside down, dangling You not a gangsta [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman] You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga [Verse 2: Greed] You ain't John Gotti, Lucky Luchani or Pauly But it's awfully funny all you rappers that clame mob but You are not no gangsta Nigga please, your life is lived through a show on TV So stop with the stories, and stop with the fables Your life is entertainment, on Comcast cable But now you're in the real world, mimicking what you see But as vivid as what you see, you don't live it as much as me You know I speak the truth, and I ain't giving it up for free So much games, you niggas should ante up the fee Well fuck that, you niggas ain't manly enough for me You a pansy and punk to me, now the rest of the world will see that [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman] You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I heard niggas was speaking about me Because they ain't peaking without me A bitch got shit skeeting about me Niggas ain't got no reason to doubt me This ammo, over the piano Talking about niggas who play Sapranos You black Fettuccine eating motherfucker Got chickens, but you really want Zeety, motherfucker Niggas play chef, and niggas play goty But the niggas get bad, when they eat that Ravioli Or Rigatoni, Manicati, whoever the fuck they play, it's not they hobby Put hot slugs to your body The Godfather, you're mob not, so why bother? The braud collar, taking the whole squad to Garaba's You niggas play Deniro on some motherfuckin act shit Playing italian when you black, that's some wack shit You niggas soft, like in God you trust You motherfuckers don't be trying to play us Cause we bust, you ain't no gangsta [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman] You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga You are not a gangsta You are not mafioso You are not mafioso, nigga