Mafia n*ggaz lyrics

[Intro: Crunchy Black & Juicy J]
God damn dope
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas, we Mafia n*ggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas, we Mafia n*ggas

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
So damn wicked, got some sh*t you b*tches never saw
I caught you shakin'
Sawed-off's pumpin' now we'll break the law
I cut the air off where you breathe
While I'm blazin' on these trees
This .30-30 from these trees'll take your leg all off
You chokin' from exhaust
You lost up in the sauce
You splattered 'gainst the wall
Don't play with Lord at all
You didn't listen, now you p*ssin' down your leg
And got a gun against your head
You know this lead is for a bloody brawl
I'm tryna go for boss, prepare for Holocaust
I got a moss and when I toss it, it will get 'em all
I'm dirty for the cause
b*tch, don't you hit the pause
I'll lock you b*tches in the icebox when I'm full of frost
b*tch, don't you know when I am high I leave a dimple
c*ck back this pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the tomb and the stones, in your home with the chrome
You alone and the rest is very simple
[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas, we Mafia n*ggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come, you know that Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas, we Mafia n*ggas

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Ain't no n*gga goin' play with me
Play with me my n*gga I'ma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese, n*gga, that's hard to believe
I'ma lock and unload and let your b*tch ass bleed
Let ya'll know that I came with some sh*t up my sleeve
Know what I mean my n*gga, It's only just me
Slip that knife down my sleeve
Slope you dead in your heart
With only that sick sh*t don't get sh*t started

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Now ever since we done came
Them haters, mane, them done go
Try to vamp to the crib
I shot around in they home
I'm bustin rugers, with some lugers, do you
n*gga I'ma send 'em straight through you, school you 'bout this business, 'bout these boys
Y'all 'bout to witness, with these toys
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
With them toys, yeah, we got 'em
Make the noise when we c*ck 'em
Guaranteed to kill and rob 'em
Stopped 'em with the sawed-off shotgun
n*ggas in the street and flaugin'
On that dog food and Vodka
So much dope, the blood was toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic

[Chorus: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers