Mafioso lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Capture the immage of a self made gangsta
Now say it to yourself, "I'm a self made gangsta now"
You a hoodlum cause you got you a scar face
Blood in and Blood out, between a rock and a hard place
So you makin colors, cause you living in New Jack City
The king of New York, and it ain't pretty
Started running with the reservoir dogs through the reservoir
Bumping pulp fiction out your jaw cause you never saw
Real n*ggas get down, except for on DVD
You go to jail, and get American meat
What's done to you is done to you
Real n*ggas [?] b*tch [?]
So before you decide you's a gangsta
You better be thankfull you ain't a gangsta
Cause these n*ggas will bank ya, wanksta
Rob you point blank, then hang ya
Leave your b*tch ass upside down, dangling
You not a gangsta

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman]
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
[Verse 2: Greed]
You ain't John Gotti, Lucky Luchani or Pauly
But it's awfully funny all you rappers that clame mob but
You are not no gangsta
n*gga please, your life is lived through a show on TV
So stop with the stories, and stop with the fables
Your life is entertainment, on Comcast cable
But now you're in the real world, mimicking what you see
But as vivid as what you see, you don't live it as much as me
You know I speak the truth, and I ain't giving it up for free
So much games, you n*ggas should ante up the fee
Well f*ck that, you n*ggas ain't manly enough for me
You a pansy and punk to me, now the rest of the world will see that

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman]
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I heard n*ggas was speaking about me
Because they ain't peaking without me
A b*tch got sh*t skeeting about me
n*ggas ain't got no reason to doubt me
This ammo, over the piano
Talking about n*ggas who play Sapranos
You black Fettuccine eating motherf*cker
Got chickens, but you really want Zeety, motherf*cker
n*ggas play chef, and n*ggas play goty
But the n*ggas get bad, when they eat that Ravioli
Or Rigatoni, Manicati, whoever the f*ck they play, it's not they hobby
Put hot slugs to your body
The Godfather, you're mob not, so why bother?
The braud collar, taking the whole squad to Garaba's
You n*ggas play Deniro on some motherf*ckin act sh*t
Playing italian when you black, that's some wack sh*t
You n*ggas soft, like in God you trust
You motherf*ckers don't be trying to play us
Cause we bust, you ain't no gangsta
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko and Skatterman]
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga
You are not a gangsta
You are not mafioso
You are not mafioso, n*gga