Lyrics Mafia - Boldy James
Mafia,
what
else?
(Guaranteed)
Blockworcks,
227
(what
up?)
Kind
creatures,
where
we
at
with
it?
(Yeah)
Detroit,
let's
get
it,
uh
(it's
on)
They're
all
smokin'
on
the
stick,
you
know
we
cook
shit
High
niggas
up
and
then
they
say
my
nigga
cook
shit
Man
I
ain't
run
off
with
your
work,
bitch
I
took
it
Out
in
Brooklyn,
way
this
shit
be
lookin'
I'ma
touch
the
ticketmaster
All
this
drink
in
my
kidneys,
need
to
empty
my
bladder
They
speakin'
down
about
no
bitty,
fuck
the
chitter-chatter
Get
a
nigga
splattered,
find
that
peg,
the
only
shit
that
matter
I
might
just
touch
down
in
your
city
under
short
notice
And
make
her
ride
the
white
horse,
half
as
slow
as
doing
water
aerobics
He
say
we're
bitches
man,
we
call
him
heroic
Gotta
switch
my
model,
instead
of
sayin'
fuck
tomorrow
I
brought
a
bottle
just
to
pour
out
the
moment,
I
really
play
the
lotto
Might
shoot
the
dice,
I
love
the
scramble
In
my
life
I
took
a
gamble,
but
my
God,
He
told
me
no
bit
The
police
kickin'
on
your
door,
like
"Where
the
dope
at?"
Only
think
they
wanna
know
is
did
you
get
this
shit
from
Bojak?
Fuck
the
rallies
tellin'
bitches
get
the
rosette
Feel
like
Tony
Soprano,
poppin'
pills
like
they
Prozac
No
fannypack,
used
to
trap
out
of
full
family
flack
Was
a
net
in
the
two
sports
way
before
rap
Back
in
them
housephone
days,
they
had
my
phone
tapped
Was
clockwork,
I
used
to
cop
a
Chev'
and
get
it
drove
back
Type
that
get
caught
and
take
the
whole
rap
They
call
me
Blockworks,
aka
Mr.
Hit-The-Road-Jack
Gritted
like
I'm
quackers
with
them
killers
and
the
takers
Doin'
a
run,
I
can't
go
down
to
Austin
like
a
wave
on
their
coast
Catchin'
pot
'cause
we
be
boilin'
like
the
Leckers
Big
40,
neck
water,
highway
sluts,
I'm
in
the
scraper
Got
the
real
bad
prices,
niggas
callin'
in
for
prices
Get
you
dropped
on
my
lonely,
I
ain't
callin'
in
no
favours
In
the
hood
with
the
family,
you
can
catch
me
with
the
creatures
In
the
nooks,
in
the
crannies,
all
the
crevices
and
creases
Big
bucks,
no
lend-me's,
live
at
the
man
of
it
In
the
hood
they
can't
band
me,
I'm
a
legend
with
this
street
shit
Fresh
up
out
the
firm
feel
like
a
medic
with
them
re-scripts
I
feel
out
with
the
grudge
but
I
kept
in
touch
with
Felix
Burnin'
big
cooky
reals
and
temp,
be
on
my
way
to
Phoenix
Yeah
she
know
that
pussy
good,
I
just
hit
it
when
I
need
it
Beat
the
case,
gotta
quit
and
now
he
feelin'
undefeated
Never
been
in
touch
with
shit,
in
30
seconds
I
can't
leave
it
Where
we
at
with
it?
Fuck
the
rallies
tellin'
bitches
get
the
rosette
Feel
like
Tony
Soprano,
poppin'
pills
like
they
Prozac
No
fannypack,
used
to
trap
out
of
full
family
flack
Was
a
net
in
the
two
sports
way
before
rap
Back
in
them
housephone
days,
they
had
my
phone
tapped
Was
clockwork,
I
used
to
cop
a
Chev'
and
get
it
drove
back
Type
that
get
caught
and
take
the
whole
rap
They
call
me
Blockworks,
aka
Mr.
Hit-The-Road-Jack
Unless
you
a
part
of
that
I'm
not
gonna
let
you
see
that
Only
thing
you
gon'
see
is
us
enjoyin'
ourselves
That's
what
you
supposed
to
see
Unless
you
a
part
of
it
Or
whatever
else
goin'
on
Know
what
I'm
sayin'?
(Mafia)
Those
that
do
gotta
have
old
chap,
but
obviously
I
could
go
anywhere
on
the
planet
And
not
worry
about
nothin'
(Mafia)
Two
jobs
ain't
enough
man,
I
mean
they
just
can't
pull
nothin'
out
here
They
can't
grip
it,
they
growin'
up
And
it's
an
end
to
an
era,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
They
should
be
growin'
up,
we
grew
up
in
the
'hold
your
tongue'
'Don't
say
nuttin"
you
know,
you
know
what
I
mean,
um
You
hate
our
rap,
kill
our
rap
(Mafia)
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