Mafia Niggaz

Lyrics

[Intro: Crunchy Black & Juicy J] God damn dope Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho Yeah, ho [Chorus: Lord Infamous] We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] So damn wicked, got some shit you bitches never saw I caught you shakin' Sawed-off's pumpin' now we'll break the law I cut the air off where you breathe While I'm blazin' on these trees This .30-30 from these trees'll take your leg all off You chokin' from exhaust You lost up in the sauce You splattered 'gainst the wall Don't play with Lord at all You didn't listen, now you pissin' down your leg And got a gun against your head You know this lead is for a bloody brawl I'm tryna go for boss, prepare for Holocaust I got a moss and when I toss it, it will get 'em all I'm dirty for the cause Bitch, don't you hit the pause I'll lock you bitches in the icebox when I'm full of frost Bitch, don't you know when I am high I leave a dimple Cock back this pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple I got the tomb and the stones, in your home with the chrome You alone and the rest is very simple [Chorus: Lord Infamous] We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come, you know that Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia niggas, we Mafia niggas [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] Ain't no nigga goin' play with me Play with me my nigga I'ma lay you in the streets All I came for is cheese, nigga, that's hard to believe I'ma lock and unload and let your bitch ass bleed Let ya'll know that I came with some shit up my sleeve Know what I mean my nigga, It's only just me Slip that knife down my sleeve Slope you dead in your heart With only that sick shit don't get shit started [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Now ever since we done came Them haters, mane, them done go Try to vamp to the crib I shot around in they home I'm bustin rugers, with some lugers, do you Nigga I'ma send 'em straight through you, school you 'bout this business, 'bout these boys Y'all 'bout to witness, with these toys [Verse 4: Juicy J] With them toys, yeah, we got 'em Make the noise when we cock 'em Guaranteed to kill and rob 'em Stopped 'em with the sawed-off shotgun Niggas in the street and flaugin' On that dog food and Vodka So much dope, the blood was toxic And the mind is pure psychotic [Chorus: Lord Infamous] We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers