LaMafiamilia Video (MV)

I'm in the
Dirty deepest part
Of the streets
Where gun sounds
Be disturbing the peace
These nikkas know that
We ain't keeping the peace
That smith & Wesson
Sweep him right off
His feet
(Hey)
Ima hitter like
Sunny
Red tips
Ripping straight through
Your tummy
Have da medics
Wrap you up like a mummy
Free my goonies
We was all gettin money
We The Mafia Bitch
And soon to come
I'll be the god
Of this shit
No I can't stop
With this shit
So you could hate
Me all you want lil bitch
Just 'cause you say you with it
That don't mean that
You can bang with the clique
These nikkas they
Not in the field
I see it in they eyes
They all counterfeit
I'm riding around
With your bitch
In the coop
She suckin my Dick
Like she slurping
On soup
She say she love
Me but that ain't nothing new
The way you feel for me
I don't feel for you
(Naw)
My soul cold
Like a icebox
I'll pop up
Aim at your dreads and your flat top
Man down yea it's a murder on yo block
Broad day you hear a whole lotta gun shots
He ain't wit it
Buddy he soft like a gum drop
See it in him
He ain't funna let a gun pop
Hold on
Listen pay close attention
Pussy nikka this
A family business
So you can't hang if you ain't
Handling business
You better ride
When it's dat time for a mission
Naw we ain't missin
We gon blow out your vision
Bro leave him
Dirty like a sink full of dishes
I'm in the casa trappin
Out of the kitchen
With 33 on me like I'm Scottie pippen
I be skipping bitches yea I be pimpin
Don't be mad at yo chick
'Cause she be grippin on me
If you want a verse
I need me a fee
Shit ain't free
Yea it be hard in these streets
They told me
ELVy You The God
I told them
I already know
I ain't no king
But I'm taking over the thrown
The devil trying to talk
But I told him leave me alone
He keep trynna test
My patients and knock me out of my zone
But he can't
Cuz I be feeling myself
I feel like I'm hotter than hell
Dont try to offer me nothing
I'm sorry my soul
Ain't for sale
I keep a pole
So I don't ask for no help
Come to the hood
And come and see for yourself
Don't be dissin on me
'Cause it's bad for your health
I spit that heat up on a track
Until it melt

I was brought to this
Earth by myself
So imma leave dis bitch
By myself
Feel like a champ
I need me a belt

They know Ima ball
They just want to see a young nikka fall
Yea they know ima ball
Ima show dese nikkas
I need it all