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M.A.F.I.A. Land
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Yeah....uhh
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In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
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Where loyalty is everything[thunder sounds]
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The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
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Let me tell you
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In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land,where there's one rule
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One clan,yess man,face around
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It's like stakes and pans
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All 'em wanna be the man
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Right hands wash the left hands
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Loyalty's priority,in this fam
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Where life is initiated,ain't no givin' it back
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Once you in it,like Bennet
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You'll soon be Lieutenant
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Like me,the Don Juan that Evon
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The sweat-a,the money gett-a
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Coppin' mad chedda,see!
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??? wondering how I got in this position
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One dya Frank was fishin',for competion,expedition
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Number one,his name is Barry Modaddo
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Pushin' fat molatto,'96 ?miss? this
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Cost ya ?barizono?
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I lay gently in the Bently
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Through binacular,he seemed popular
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Givinchi socks,cartier poolates
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H-class rocks and choms like Bohimians
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Sick like lukimeans,receding hair lines
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Watch how geniune,it's gold mine
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Recline while Frank pops the wine
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I cocks the nine,niggas peep it from behind
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And slipped they clips in with
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One chick down with,pull ???? for shit
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Tried to play Big Poppa,don't worry
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Minutes before I drop her,the blah! blah! blah!
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They wanna roll me,the bitch violated
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So how you like it,coffins or cremated
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Yeah,you know what I'm sayin'
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chorus:
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There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
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That I don't get high,sit back and won't cry
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I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
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But now it's just me and my niggas,whah
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(repeat)
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Street murders,thug parasites
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We officialno fake gators
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Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
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We leavin' scare tissue
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That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
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Mob nigga what!threw the gang sign up
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The nigga chuckles,this niggas loot
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On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
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Damn,I could've dealed for a couple mill
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We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance
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But still,they backed me down from all angles
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Trapped inside the devil's triangle
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Like Bo I had to ?dangle?
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And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans
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One cross eyed and hunchbacked
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The other must be mixed with black
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The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
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Long hair,chest for like a bag of rocks
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I pulled the shots
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I grabbed the keys to the lots,the jewels and the rocks
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The cream in the box,etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
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I got away with everything,the cash and the stash
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chorus:
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So now I'm titled
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Mission acomplished,my man was a stounch
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He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
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Stinkin!I know what this nigga thinkin'
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Damn she's too little,too pretty,too fired
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The bitch is hired,mob's wife for life
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Diamond heist with Trife,contracts on your life
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We increase the price,uuhh
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So guess who the bitch iz,but for now I be the mistess
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chorus:
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It's just me and my niggas,just me and my niggas
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Whah,just me and my niggas
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(repeat)
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M.A.F.I.A. Land
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| lil` kim |
