[The Game:]
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Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level
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Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa
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That nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga
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The mafia way: Toast it up like Sopranos
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And when it starts snowin', I push it like pianos
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Back in the Lambo, like I was born with it
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Makaveli porpouse shoot up the [? ] with it
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From the cradle to the grave on this 22s
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Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes
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Is there a heaven for a nigga with the crucifix
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So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice with this
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B O double S that's my nigga ROSS
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And that's my Cali connect, cause I can get it crossed
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Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow
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Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat
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Take a shortcut, round the Pacific
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Throw the Ak in the Atlantic
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That's Mafia Livin'!
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[Ja Rule:]
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Guess who is berzerk, yeah nigga you guess
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Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia
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The swag is capable but that's just comparison
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It's impossible like they'll get our move
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And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood
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So a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home
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Now I smell pussy
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Pussy got lips but it don't talk to me
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That's why you my bitch and you on my dick
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Cause I fucked you up once, fucked you up twice
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And you still talking shit [C.R.E.A.M Nigga!]
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What must I do to get through to you?
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Kindly get off my dick
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For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of
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Read in between the lines when you hear me talk
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Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all
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[Fat Joe:]
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I'm a nigga 'til I die, and I ain't even try
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See the murder in my eye, nigga fuck the other side
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I don't give a fuck, I will bring you Jerry cups
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Yayo is it's bottom bitch, Banks is the gali girl
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Don't worry about Whoo Kid, [? ]
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Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre Pimp! I'm in deep!
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Don't let me catch Nelson,
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I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it
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Help him.
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Nigger! Maybach Music!
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Got them choppers man, don't make us use it
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Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi
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Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me
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Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain
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Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage
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I say shit that you can't say, cause I ain't snitch
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I ain't bitch made!
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[Rick Ross:]
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David beat Goliath
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"The Meek will inherit the earth" [Psalms 25:8]
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Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins
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I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends
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Money come and go, but the thrill will remain
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Bitch I keep it real like I'm still dealin' 'caine
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Realest shit I wrote and I put this on this quote
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Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke
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Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books
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Fat mark boss but I'm runnin with the crooks
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No need for a vest that'll suffocate the flash
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I'm Martin on the balcony anticipatin' death
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Let the rifle sing cause I have a dream
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My carreer just got keen in a tuff full of cream
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Pink champaign seem to take away the pain
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While the blue hollow points is penetrating all the lames
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Money ain't a thang, bitch that's a lie
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It only controls every bitch that's alive
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Money manifest, haters gotta die
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Tia neva told you that that muthafucker rides
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Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides
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Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine
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Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash
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It's time I embark on my million man march
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A month of the dark, name me the victim
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In a sweet wish [?] and a brain of the [?]
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Markey snops, markey stops
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Then I give him 50 cent a marquese pops
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I put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it
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Show up in his hood with the woods by demony
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Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live
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My music is the mob, it is what it is
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Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets
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Only Boss gettin' money with the Bloods & the Crips
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AMEN!
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Mafia Music Remix ft. Rick Ross, Ja Rule, Fat Joe
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| The Game |
