Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Mafioso Lyrics
Verse 1:Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach spliffsWhos ros drip enough to hold drifts and float ships?No mo shifts, I hold enough chips to toast crissIts g. rap, the cat thats on your wanted most listI wrote this so you could sweat this and soak thisMake you lose ya focus with raps stronger than coke isWere crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like postersLeft for the vultures, we dts pickin up culturesThree-thousand volt ya just like the thrid railAnd if you heard shells a herb fellSwift with the words wellJakes on my dirt trailKicked up enough dust to hurt cellsSwerve in sls, niggas feel me like my shirts brailCurve the jail cell for jakes that wanna h-block thoseNiggas in pacos keep the blocks froze and the shops closedWhere the pot grows, young cats coppin the drop rovesGet the nachos, and no cops show when the shots blowShits red hot though, the streets remain flooded with dsBundles of kis to maintain a hundred degreesThe main crime waveWe handle the beef in .9 waysGet your mind grazedMy teck-nine sprays your spine bladesWhen it gets too hot on the block better believe the rhyme paysPut all you cats in cradles if you crave divine waysDiamond ? ? ? rays blindin you with my shine glaze,Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phaseChorus - wanted for ? ? ? , major operations, distribution (g. rap is downWith a mafioso posse) wanted for ? ? ? major operations distribution,Rackateerin, prostitution, and paid executionVerse 2:My corporations body casin, watch where you pacinThug orchestration, this is live niggas you facinWe paper chasin, for that million baby we lacinFifty caliber gat embracinLeavin you wit legs without sensationWhos full of malice? what thugs the wildest?Act childish and get your body sent to a stylistWho live the foulest? be grippin cannons till my hands is kalusedPile this paper longer than malice from ney york to dallasPurchase a palace, sip collatas with the whole brigataBodies get dropped while I attend the operaLand on casino roofs in helicopters in las vegas nevadaCant stop until I got a casa up in trump plaza929 mazda, foreign chicks talkin with accents like they sza szaCream like iri amin dadaThug saga, slugs burn you like they lavaYou and ya bimbo get hit up through ya car windowCreep on your benz slow and let ten blowFrom out the darkest shadowMy aims straight as an archers arrowIll spark this barrelHit my target even if the mark is narrowLay you like a pharoahWith fragments inside your bone marrowGet your wig flown just like a sparrow.Chorus
