Mafia Lyrics - La'chat

Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M" 

Back in this bitch, nigga. H-see muthafuckin' P. Hypnotize camp muthafuckin posse. 

And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time. 

We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka 

We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black 

Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me 

DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town. 

And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO! 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! 

La Chat, with that gat 

The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches... 

In the club posted up 

Eight hundred dollar bottles 

Sippin' Cris fuck a glass 

Nigga drink it out the bottle. 

Don't be hatin' and shit 

'Cause we gettin' paid and shit 

Ain't no need be lyin' till I die 

I'm gonna be lovin' this 

The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta 

Ridin' nigga posted up 

Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin' 

Lettin' the lugers bust 

Chat, you got my fuckin' back? 

Yeah I got your fuckin' back 

Buckin' bitches that be hatin' 

Blow their chest up through their back 

(Gangsta Boo) 

High as hell can't you tell 

'Cause my eyes are red as fire 

'Bout to fuck this nigga 

Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die 

Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me 

Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit 

You cannot faze me 

So you heard it from the queens 

HCP we be together 

Fuckin' with my family bitch 

It's gonna have to be whatever 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! 

How can you relate to this 

Niggaz they be hatin' this 

Purple fuckin' tradin' man 

Barely makin' dividends 

Burn it man, half in 

Better known as "assed in" 

All I want is money man 

Can't you niggaz comprehend? 

Lock and fuckin' load fool 

Break the fuckin' law fool 

Ain't no attitude fool 

This is what we came to do 

With them bodies in the bag 

Put that dope in the bag 

Put that money in the bag 

Let's go fool, rat tat tat 

They call me Juicy gigolo 

Got hoes that fill 

A statue of a fool 

With them platinum tips 

I'm tellin' all you bitches 

To beware of the game 

I'm tellin' all you niggaz 

To beware of the lames 

I freak your baby mama 

Put her on the house 

I got my dick sucked 

When I was on the couch 

My nigga walked in 

He said that hoe was stout 

I hit it from the back 

My nigga took her mouth 

By love real my nig 

Let blood spill my nig 

Shoot to kill my nig 

If ya real my nig 

Project Pat my nig 

I spit facts my nig 

Hang with macks my nig 

Who tote gats my nig 

It's blast or be left 

Baller in your blood 

White girl up your nose 

Ya high off that bud 

A slug in the lot 

Your car and no strap 

Blew your goddamn brains 

In your partner's lap 

Choose your weapons 

But boy choose them carefully 

Each of my poisons 

Are deadlier melodies 

I am the doctor 

And this is your therapy 

You can have one 

So you must get a pair of these 

Beat, bound and gagged 

Bump off bounty 

Place all his pieces 

All over county 

The shit's very lethal 

That I place in the needle 

Prepare you for your last trip 

To the Cathedral 

I seen how TV can hurt 

And plus platinum plaques to match 

And add them twenties and vogues 

And Gucci jackets on backs 

We got them Bentlys and Benzes 

And all them Lexus on lock 

The picture gettin' kind of clearer 

I see why them bitches hot 

You hoes is strugglin' and starvin' 

And wanna rise in the hood 

It's cold I'm crankin' up heat 

And you wish you could 

Y'all wish y'all could get back with us 

Then maybe then you could shine 

Like the rappers you wish you was 

And get off the grind 

I'm keepin' one in the chamber 

Because I'm filled up with anger 

And when I see yo little hoe 'n' 

You knowin' your life's in danger 

I do a show y'all in the burough 

Hollerin' no kind of shit 

Is that the best way that you know 

To get attention lil bitch 

I understand how they feel 

They feelin' that they left out 

And we the ones movin' on 

So we the ones talked about 

But niggaz keep it your best 

And one day then you'll get a crown 

But until then do a hit of coke 

And keep feelin' down 

'Cause suckaz, that's real 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! 

Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!