The rise and fall of an empire
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We hustlin crazy [x4]
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Gangstas and thugstas and playaz, we hustlin crazy [x4]
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[The Riddler]
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I'm from that city that breathed it
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live playa paper out there for everybody
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Trailthem creepin make that paper stack
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Ya'll know we got them ballers and playaz
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Playa bosses gangsta haters callin shots
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U-haulers all caught up in that pen partna
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collectin my dough from do, slammin them Lincoln doors
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expensive clothes and ho's be hollerin tinted windows bouncin
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S - A - M - O - A - N that mafia soldier rollin to the top,
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no we never gon stop where we goin showin' all them ...
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[Chorus X2]
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early
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[Layzie Bone]
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Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe
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gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough
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real thugs hit em up just to let a nigga know Mo Thug nigga what ?
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get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road
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nigga anything goes and we gotta survive
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24-7, 365 and I be ready to ride
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either thug or you die gimme a hug and don't cry cuz I'm a get mine
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take this game on a whole nother level can you feel the pain ?
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sometimes it be stressin me man
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but the lesson you brang you well worth it
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ain't nobody perfect but a nigga pilot ain't nobody stop this Mo Thugs madness
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any nigga try then the shit is done, tragic
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real drastic, big clips on the automatics
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[Chorus x4]
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early
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[The Godfather: Singing]
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Momma don't cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets
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[The Riddler]
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I'm all about my scrill-o
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illiminates that middle
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that money green no dream
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triple beam turn them human beings to fiends
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socialize with no feds
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never will never did ... now who did ?
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playa like that don't wanna live
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hater like that don't wanna give
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paper out there for everybody
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don't let that paper pay pass you by so thick
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then you die, don't lay, I don't lie
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in the VIP, we gamble cheese, toast to that winning team
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table full of that Hennessy, enemies eyes is all on me
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[Chorus till fade]
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy
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It's that Mafia Lyfestyle
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Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early
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[The Godfather: Singing over chorus]
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My momma don't cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets
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don't cry for me, don't cry for me
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Mafia Lyfestyle
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| Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. |
