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MAINO FT. THE MAFIA lyrics : "1-900-The-Mafia"

Yeah, here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finess it
First you see the ^!$$% and see if he gonn confess it
What's done inside the dark gonn show up in the light

Never call a man a rat unless you see him black and white, right
Set the trap, if the boy eating cheese
Get the $#&@ away from him, if you think he jay reed

Look him in the eyes, see exactly what's inside
Do your own work, see if he ever testify
Or run upon him throw a couple water on him

This ^!$$%'s in the fast, and he drop quarters on him
Or catch him alone say you know his little secret
And from a right price between y'all you will keep it

Before you know it, you like when extortin him
Then you tell the hood anyway ^!$$%, $#&@ em
You got that? Makin check for 900$ holler


First upon you should have called me
And put that thing to your baldy

And took that ring from your shawty
^!$$%s is sick, fresh to death like the ash
You thought ^!$$%s was rich

But ^!$$%s is hurting, nomads
^!$$%s is sick, when you comin through with it all on
^!$$% a vic, and I don't care if you a ^!$$% or (*##$

The streets be like that ^!$$% a (*##$
Don't be listening and now your man like
Get caught slippin in van !@()

Hit the ground filled with that land like
You a mail and it was can night
Next time park in the bush, you take the cab over

Call this line, I'll send the pass over
Tell my ^!$$%s to take it easy, mac oprah
Who you came to see though?

#~!!@ ^!$$% prolly upstairs watching tivo
Every 2 minutes peek through his peephole
Like I was just about to come hit you, $#&@ outa here


First day's first, should have never came to the book
If you ain't passed in with them gangsters bra

You thought it was sweet, how you creep
One dip with no heat
Can you tell me what the $#&@ was you thinking bra

You a sheep around wolves, you ain't eat in a week
And them mother$#&@ers gonn leave you stankin bra
Brooklyn just barclays, goons selling hard yay

Flatbush to broadway, g's shootin broad day
Thinking what you think got your $$# in a hard place
That instagram got your $$# in the jail

Before you sent that dm you should have thought like a man
Who ain't got shut but a bad (*##$ as his fam
You thought it waas the right time to line one of her friends

For a favorite cousin who just got out of can
Plus you from outta state, she just threw out the biat
Put kisses under your flicks, and post the pictures of her cake

Came with jewels in and your benz, you wanted to impress her
Now you lucky to go home on a stretcher
I mean look sonny it could be worse

You could run out the crib with your hand in your shirt
And try to front like it's ? but $#&@ around and get murked
%#@!, man, that would be a fatal attempt

?with moves from the rocker?cause you a dead mother$#&@er, sucker!


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