M.a.f.i.a. Land Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Yeah... uhh 

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll 

Where loyalty is everything(thunder sounds) 

The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets 

Let me tell you 

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, where there's one rule 

One clan, yess man, face around 

It's like stakes and pans 

All 'em wanna be the man 

Right hands wash the left hands 

Loyalty's priority, in this fam 

Where life is initiated, ain't no givin' it back 

Once you in it, like Bennet 

You'll soon be Lieutenant 

Like me, the Don Juan that Evon 

The sweat-a, the money gett-a 

Coppin' mad chedda, see! 

? wondering how I got in this position 

One dya Frank was fishin', for competion, expedition 

Number one, his name is Barry Modaddo 

Pushin' fat molatto,'96? miss? this 

Cost ya? barizono? 

I lay gently in the Bently 

Through binacular, he seemed popular 

Givinchi socks, cartier poolates 

H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians 

Sick like lukemians, receeding hair lines 

Watch how geniune, it's gold mine 

Recline while Frank pops the wine 

I cocks the nine, niggas peep it from behind 

And slipped they clips in with it 

One chick named Nic thought she was the shit 

Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry 

Minutes before I drop her, the blah! blah! blah! 

Like a parolee, the bitch violated 

So how you like it, coffins or cremated 

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' 

chorus: 

There ain't a day in my life that rolls by 

That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry 

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches 

But now it's just me and my niggas, whah 

(repeat) 

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Street murders, thug parasites 

We official no fake gators 

Coppin' fire arms with dug missles 

We leavin' scare tissue 

That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut 

Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up 

The nigga chuckles, this niggas loot 

On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles 

Damn, I could've dealed for a couple mill 

We go to such a ballet and throw our whole shit off balance 

But still, they backed me down from all angles 

Trapped inside the devil's triangle 

Like Bo I had to jangle 

And movin' to slid up on these Mexicans 

One cross eyed and hunchbacked 

The other must be mixed with black 

The third nigga had missin' teeth and tattoo tear drops 

Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks 

I pulled the shots 

I grabbed the keys to the lots, the jewels and the rocks 

The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop 

I got away with everything, the cash and the stash 

Photos 

chorus: 

So now I'm titled 

Mission acomplished, my man was a stounch 

He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air 

Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin' 

Damn she's too little, too pretty, too fired 

The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life 

Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life 

We increase the price, uuhh 

So guess who the bitch iz, but for now I be the mistess 

chorus: 

It's just me and my niggas, just me and my niggas 

Whah, just me and my niggash 

(repeat)