Mafia Music Lyrics - Deeper Than Rap - Rick Ross

I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root 

Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? 

Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof 

Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof 

Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth 

So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof 

Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin' 

Paper dat would make take dem photos naked 

Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams 

I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million 

Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top 

These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop 

I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica 

We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers 

Martin had a dream, Bob got high 

I still do both but somehow I got by 

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Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed 

Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight 

Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write 

Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light 

But who really cares if you just throw it in the air 

Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair 

Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed 

Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese 

Dat boy get salad beef bow movement 

BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish 

Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin' 

Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton 

Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time 

I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time 

We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey 

So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray 

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Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit 

Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit 

99 to 6 kilos was the shit 

But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin 

Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I've sinned 

But I thought about my future in the loops like a pin 

Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets 

Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks 

I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically 

I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me 

Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls 

If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs 

10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big 

I just sit back like, look what I did 

Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness 

Once I said my prayer everybody back to business 

Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant 

People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk 

Reincarnated spirit of a G 

Beef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat 

A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port 

You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork 

Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil 

I'm laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I'm bored 

We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush 

And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust 

I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent 

Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't askin' for a cent 

Burn the house down, gotta buy another 

Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka 

To another chapter, paper dat I captured 

Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter 

Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin' funny 

Women love to stare cuz dey know dey see da money 

I open up my mind about openin' bank accounts 

Deposit a 100 stacks break up now take it out 

Baby dats a gift, maybe u could live 

I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give 

Used to run da street, young nigga bare feet 

Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin' crab meats 

Ice so right other rappers envy 

Dey callin' all my jewelers up askin' wat he spendin' 

Thinkin' 'bout boss, not thinkin' bout dem 

Here's a letter to my enemies when I won't sin, amen