Mafia Music III (Explicit) - Rick Ross/Sizzla/Mavado

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

Heroin 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