Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Mafia Lifestyle lyrics

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Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Mafia Lifestyle lyrics

The rise and fall of an empire We hustlin crazy (x4) Gangstas and thugstas and playaz, we hustlin crazy (x4) (The Riddler) I'm from that city that breathed it Live playa paper out there for everybody Trailthem creepin make that paper stack Ya'll know we got them ballers and playaz Playa bosses gangsta haters callin shots U-haulers all caught up in that pen partna Collectin my dough from do, slammin them Lincoln doors Expensive clothes and ho's be hollerin tinted windows bouncin S - A - M - O - A - N that mafia soldier rollin to the top No we never gon stop where we goin showin' all them ... {Chorus (X2)}: It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early (Layzie Bone) Dedicated to the n***as all across the globe Gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough Real thugs hit em up just to let a n***a know Mo Thug n***a what ? Get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road n***a anything goes and we gotta survive 24-7, 365 and I be ready to ride Either thug or you die gimme a hug and don't cry cuz I'm a get mine Take this game on a whole nother level can you feel the pain ? Sometimes it be stressin me man But the lesson you brang you well worth it Ain't nobody perfect but a n***a pilot ain't nobody stop this Mo Thugs madness Any n***a try then the sh** is done, tragic Real drastic, big clips on the automatics {Chorus (X4)}: It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early (The Godfather - Singing) Momma don't cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets (The Riddler) I'm all about my scrill-o Illiminates that middle That money green no dream Triple beam turn them human beings to fiends Socialize with no feds Never will never did ... now who did ? Playa like that don't wanna live Hater like that don't wanna give Paper out there for everybody Don't let that paper pay pa** you by so thick Then you die, don't lay, I don't lie In the VIP, we gamble cheese, toast to that winning team Table full of that Hennessy, enemies eyes is all on me {Chorus till fade} It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy It's that Mafia Lyfestyle Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya'll dyin early (The Godfather - Singing over chorus) My momma don't cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets Don't cry for me, don't cry for me