• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mafia - Three 6 Mafia
• Mafia - Kelis
• Mafia - Azrael
• Mafia - La'chat
• Welcome To The Mob - Mafia
• Mafia - Pathway To Providence
• Mafia - Dr. Ring Ding

Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga. H-C muthafuckin' P.
Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down

Somebody made me an offer and I accepted
Forever in debted to weapon
Love, honor, and respected
But his image was different than what his character reflected
Word is he's seven-thirty his hands never dirty
All I know this so called psycho never hurt me
Took me down to Tif's, shopping sprees on Fifth
With enough dough that could be carry out on forklifts
Earnt his trust, together till we turn to dust
Until his theory disintegrated and burnt to crust
What? What?
Death do us apart
That's what I vow to you
The vows I vow to you
Amazing how it's true
Talk goes on our phone
Just to remind you
That I'm behind you
The FEDS won't find you
- Relax my love
The love I have for you is like the Mafia
For you I'd testify
I'd lie for you of course
Since my love is like the Mafia
And for you I will fight
Mister and Misses, but I wonder where the bliss is
Sealed in blood and Cordion kisses
The shit I witnessed
Would give a bitch morning sickness
Decomposed bodies thrown in the ditches
As for snitches ain't nothing lower than that
Intentions to squeal on your fam make you low as a rat
Got cappos for flaming at those
Lame ass hoes, so you know next time keep your trap close
What would you doubt for?
I'd never lie to you
Of course I'd die for you
I'd be your eye for you
My love rest assured
I'll raise our sons for you
I'll save our ones for you
Load up your guns for you
Riches, tradition niggas once held dear
Let it be known that your name alone spell fear
Gun for gun, hundred to one forget about it
Petty shit, rise above and get up out it
Could give a shit about it
Time to focus a foe
Many lives bought and sold
Fortunes favor the bold
Connected like phone lines
To racketeering to known crimes
Winners turning long shots to gold mines
The high speed chases
I'll do them just like you
I'll give them dust like you
Turn around and bust like you
Then I'll disappear,
And return like Jedi

Es verde el color. Todos sabemos bien;
musica venden haciendo del arte su papel.
Controlando las mentes, contando billetes
en el sillon de tu despacho estas muy bien.
Alli te cogeria, rajaria tu cara
te crees Dios, el Rey,
me la vas a comer cacho cabron.
Mafia, eso sois, no callare.
Mafia, ahora os vais a joder.
Te voy a pisar
no me importa si me arruinas
no te importa...
No enganes mas. La gente tiene que saber,
vuestro puto negocio va a relucir,
tan solo el fraude de un producto comercial
el arte despreciar, para aumentar

(DJ Paul-Talking)
Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"
back in this bitch, nigga.
H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!
(HOOK)
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!
(La Chat)
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...
(Gangsta Boo)
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fuck a glass
Nigga drink it out the bottle...
(La Chat)
...Don't be hatin' and shit
'Cause we gettin' paid and shit
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...
(Gangsta Boo)
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigga posted up
Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fuckin' back?
(La Chat)
Yeah I got your fuckin' back
Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back
(Gangsta Boo)
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fuck this nigga
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
You cannot faze me
(La Chat)
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
Fuckin' with my family bitch
It's gon' have to be whatever...
(HOOK 1X)
(Lord Imfamous)
How can you relate to this
Niggaz they be hatin' this
Purple fuckin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you niggaz comprehend?
Lock and fuckin' load fool
Break the fuckin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat
(Juicy "J")
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you bitches
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you niggaz
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my dick sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth
(Project Pat)
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotdamn brains
In your partner's lap
(Lord Imfamous)
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The shit's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral
(DJ Paul)
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The picture gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them bitches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the burough
Hollerin' no kind of shit
Is that the best way that you know
To get attention lil bitch
I understand how they feel
They feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on
So we the ones talked about
But niggaz keep it your best
And one day then you'll get a crown
But until then do a hit of coke
And keep feelin' down
'Cause suckaz... that's real

Unstoppable
Mafia
Welcome to the mob
Welcome to the mob, my enemies in a mob
Pussy ass rappers a-smackin' makin' I'm robbed
Two big guns and me, that's a ménage
Put it to his head, I'mma squeeze you say Allah
Call me what you want but you can't call me ministry
Bentley on the strip then diamonds in my roserie
Real, recognized, alive niggas heard of me
Broad daylight no man, they gonna know it's me
Been a thug since 54 levets
When you push your act, poop through the hood, you was a legend
Bullets travel like e-mails, you get the message
Bow down, niggas is lames in my presence
Hundred D-Ball, black suited up
Arrive through the block ran slow as shifted up
Fresh
Your crime scene just got bloody
PUSH! in the building, dirty money getting muddy
Heard you block bubblin' I'm here to get ya sodium
Make sure you got that money, I have all your double monkey's up
Puddle up, nigga this is genocide
I'm killin' all you niggas in weeks in the ride
More karate, I'll body a nigga
Bang bang it's that black flag mafia nigga
Bitch draps, big racks, won't lie to you nigga
Got you baby mama flyin' me to lapua nigga
To make it this far in the costumes in pot schools
I'm responsible, puttin' cocaine in nostrils
Straight blow jobs, lot of bitch niggas
Killers walk the junction without gettin' their coke charged
Now they sleep, just a line on songs
Me and these weak niggas never get along
You ain't Diggy, I ain't J Cole
But I back flack kitties with semi scrill and give it to your face wrong
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )
Man I hope you ain't seen confident bitch
Cuz I be bustin' off for the lips
Have the stuff in my bricks
You ain't her? I'm the one that's callin' the shots
Mob style, leave a nigga with a shane in his watch
It's the mafia, La Familia and el hefe
Bang gang, anywhere gang, make them respect me
Feds ridin' on my tail, they gotta catch me
And I'mma ball out of control 'til they can get me
Yea, hustle hard Mouse, you know what it is
Hundred bottles in the club, hundred stacks on the wrist
Top of the line everything, even my bitch
She's fast, fuck around and give a nigga the clip
Yea, still mashin', hop up and new assin'
Right down notion in gates, down saggin'
Certified G, dead nigga pop off
I ain't gonna play, I'll blow your fuckin' top off
If not, play if you wanna
The mafia, we dead in the summer
Say my name and I'll pop up like candy man
Hand man hand like panty man
Fuck with my family, man fuck with us
Brothers that make movies
Turn reality star bitches to groupies
We about that life, how 'bout the hoop
Smack a rat nigga out this coop
If you don't know luck you out of the loop
You sick nigga on soup
Backed up to better, I make a nigga act better
I'm hot, at summer time I'm that weather
Forget they face, they all pissed
Cuz when the mafia in the buildin'
These other moments they doesn't exist
We them niggas
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )
Certified gangster, wink bank, getting paper
Walk through any hood, any block after shay shops
Say I'm the next up still don't give a fuck what
Still ridin' dirty with the fifth in the shotgun
Niggas still local, me I'm international
Fresh off tall, still quick to blast for you
Man I'm so raw and I ain't talkin' blood bitch
Stay alone at corner with the cluse, out here thuggin'
Bitches love the lope, say I smell good, I look good
Bitch, this the mafia, mob out in your hood
Homie it's the war, all blacks glad to shoot you up
No for spazzing out, call my own girl to prop you up
Quite funny, you pussy niggas comical
Enough with war tactics, stop you wild while they washin' you
Move quite different, something's been missin'
Through you in the trunk for you rat niggas snitchin'
Mafia some ties, bang bang anything
I be talkin' 'bout all the things, bring the lanes out
In the tank, that's the coop, no ching
Yellow gold, wrist wear again get ugly were the rings
Boom bye bye niggas, this is life niggas
Double H type, my fly niggas
Hit the tape, the hook for a game
Let's do it, watch the game, on the couch with his brains
Output, getting money that's on the low though
Toss the weight paid for it great at Tony Romo
All my niggas high laid eyes on Yoko Ono
Fuck how niggas wanted, I did it just for the promo
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )
The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

Five tipped hats and five tight slacks
Crowbars handy and hell they are ready to act
Sweat dripping onto the floor (the floor)
He should've listened to us before
[Chorus:]
So say your prayers
You know you're gonna need 'em tonight
Need 'em tonight, need 'em tonight
And hold on tight
This hits going down tonight
This hits going down tonight
My dear friend do you know
Who you're dealing with
Because you've got a one way ticket
From your face straight to our fists
[Chorus]
Black cars fit five bodies
In the back seat
So shut your mouth
Or you will be
[Chorus]
Well it's only business

Chorus:
Everyday, you see, there’s another newsflash
Mafia dem a come, and Mafia dem crash
Mash up dem face, mash up dem bone
Bway you better hide when Mafia dem a roam
Bragadabadap – whaddat round di block?
Cadillac pon attack, di window dem black
One pull out a Glock, di car never stop
You hear a gun shot, you see a man drop
Him dead pon di spot, but no one is shocked
Becah disya act, a vendetta dat!
A vendetta dat! A vendetta dat!
Chorus
Tingalingaling – one arm bandit ring
“Pink Flamingo”, il padrino check in
Tingalingaling – watch him bling bling
In Las Vegas him mek a legal killing
Di Mafia run it - di don come fi done it
When dem have a summit – ‘bout business dem commit
And man come fe con it – a whistling bird hum it
Dem come dung fi gun it – and pure blood him vomit
Chorus
Who a come fi get you? Di Mafia
Who a mek rendez-vous? Di Mafia
Fi gi you concrete shoe? Di Mafia
Arrrrghhh - Di Mafia
[Spoken]
“Luca, Marco, you come here to dissappoint me?
I told you to take care of Riccardo!
Your Mama will be very sad when she finds out about
you…
Chorus