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Rick Ross Lyrics Mafia Music III Lyrics

(feat. Sizzla Mavado)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My corner so polluted young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams Im one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach 2Pac gift pack
Its 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 detectivesll sell
A lot of yellow tape where that Obama care?
This the mob bitch silk underwear
Yeezy concerts Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating though they studied my moves
Im like Farrakhan in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life they threatened venues
Cant 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 pussy nigga 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
Aint no tags needed nigga I own them cars
I know them bitches we met them broads
Never loved one fucked them all
Im a fucking dog Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range that was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred kis a gift from St. Nick
Moving bricks like its Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder I cant 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

[Hook: Mavado]
Ya better not be around when the sun goes down
And the real real killers them out for ya
Its gonna be be a bloodshed
One buss one dead its gonna be a bloodshed
Gun- gunshot inna head

[Verse 2: Mavado]
Payback is a motherfucker
Yes I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten killer
What is to be will be
Only God alone can kill me
‘Cause these fucking streets filthy
And I aint fucking guilty

Cant stand to take no chance from no guy know why?
Violent gangster and bullets fly one guy
Guns go off or so we say
Murder action anywhere
(x2)

[Hook: Mavado]

[Outro: Mavado]
[?] out the doors them screaming
The entire country [?] you dont know the meaning
[?] I must be dreaming
[?] and we know we got a demon

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