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点击复制Mafia Music III - Rick Ross/Sizzla
My corner so polluted young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit my ni**a never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping gave him a sh*t bag
Five shots to the stomach 2Pac gift pack
It's death row conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS game ain't based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th
A sweet potato pie oh me oh my
Showing no remorse watching the others cry
** sales detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape where that Obama care
This the mob b**ch silk underwear
Yeezy concerts Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating though they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am The hustle continue
I bought more jewels I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag p**sy ni**a body drops
Then we celebrate black bottles pop
Time to elevate we re-open shop
Wale a genius Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix ten car garage
Patek Philippe platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed ni**a I own them cars
I know them b**ches we met them broads
Never loved one f**ked them all
I'm a f**king dog Ricky f**king Ross
Ni**a Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main b**ch she get the main dish
Not the old range that was a lame b**ch
Brazilian weave she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's a gift from St Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta f**k me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock 40 even when I shower
Chrome 22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
May the powers that be better let me be
We around when the sun goes down
And the real real killers they mourn for ya
This time it'll be a bloodshed
One month one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
Bop gunshot in the head
Payback is a motherf**ker
Yes I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength of them killer
What is will be
Only God and them can kill me
Cause these f**king streets filthy
And I ain't f**king guilty
We around when the sun goes down
And the real real killers they mourn for ya
This time it'll be a bloodshed
One month one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
Bop gunshot in the head