'Mafia' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Inspired Guns (2014)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Mario DeAngelis (actor), Duane Andersen (producer), Rick Macy (actor), Thomas J. Post (actor), Kenneth Applegate (actor), David A. Skousen (editor), Jarrod Phillips (miscellaneous crew), Jarrod Phillips (actor), Jarrod Phillips (producer), Alix Maria Taulbee (actress), Andrew W. Johnson (actor), Jason Manning (actor), Charan Prabhakar (actor), Johnny Ahn (actor), Joe Polhemus (actor),

Rescue Team (2011)

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Genres: Action,

Actors Nabwana I.G.G. (editor), Nabwana I.G.G. (writer), Nabwana I.G.G. (director), Nabwana I.G.G. (producer), Sserunya Ernest (actor), Bisaso Dauda (miscellaneous crew), Bisaso Dauda (actor), Bukenya Charles (actor), Nakaye Jane (actor), Kazibwe Ronald (actor), Kigozi Juma (actor), Nalwanga Gloria (actor), Kabuye John (actor), Kasumba Isma (actor), Musisi David (actor),

Rescue Team (2011)

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Genres: Action,

Actors Nabwana I.G.G. (editor), Nabwana I.G.G. (writer), Nabwana I.G.G. (director), Nabwana I.G.G. (producer), Sserunya Ernest (actor), Bisaso Dauda (miscellaneous crew), Bisaso Dauda (actor), Bukenya Charles (actor), Nakaye Jane (actor), Kazibwe Ronald (actor), Kigozi Juma (actor), Nalwanga Gloria (actor), Kabuye John (actor), Kasumba Isma (actor), Musisi David (actor),

King's Man (2010)

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Genres: Drama,

Actors Brian Stewart (producer), Brian Stewart (actor), Brenton Covington (director), Austin Nordell (editor), Brian Stewart (writer), Austin Nordell (actor), Jose Rosete (actor), Joe Estevez (actor), Brenton Covington (producer), Jon Lee Brody (actor), Dominic Ross (producer), Ricardo Andres (actor), Richard Anderson (actor), Pat Kaye (miscellaneous crew), Lou Pimber (actor),

Robo rokku (2007)

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Genres: Action,

Actors Hiroshi Yamamoto (actor), Ken'ichi Endô (actor), Shun Shioya (actor), Minami (actress), Shoichi Honda (actor), Federico Aletta (actor), Yûichirô Nakayama (actor), Taikan Suga (director), Dennis Gunn (actor),

Umut Sokagi (1986)

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Genres: Action, Crime,

Actors Kadir Inanir (actor), Serif Gören (director), Ilhan Engin (writer), Baki Tamer (actor), Kazim Kartal (actor), Dündar Aydinli (actor), Bülent Bilgiç (actor), Selahattin Firat (actor), Seyfettin Karadayi (actor), Akif Kilman (actor), Muhtesem Durukan (actor), Sehnaz Dilan (actress), Hasan Yildiz (actor), Ali Tutal (actor), Abdurrahman Keskiner (producer),

Umut Sokagi (1986)

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Genres: Action, Crime,

Actors Kadir Inanir (actor), Serif Gören (director), Ilhan Engin (writer), Baki Tamer (actor), Kazim Kartal (actor), Dündar Aydinli (actor), Bülent Bilgiç (actor), Selahattin Firat (actor), Seyfettin Karadayi (actor), Akif Kilman (actor), Muhtesem Durukan (actor), Sehnaz Dilan (actress), Hasan Yildiz (actor), Ali Tutal (actor), Abdurrahman Keskiner (producer),

Fore Play (1975)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Jerry Orbach (actor), Garry Goodrow (actor), John G. Avildsen (director), Paul Dooley (actor), Estelle Parsons (actress), Estelle Parsons (actress), Zero Mostel (actor), Zero Mostel (actor), Thayer David (actor), Irwin Corey (actor), Andrew Duncan (actor), Louisa Moritz (actress), Joe Cirillo (actor), Joe Cirillo (actor), Bruce Jay Friedman (writer),

Fore Play (1975)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Jerry Orbach (actor), Garry Goodrow (actor), John G. Avildsen (director), Paul Dooley (actor), Estelle Parsons (actress), Estelle Parsons (actress), Zero Mostel (actor), Zero Mostel (actor), Thayer David (actor), Irwin Corey (actor), Andrew Duncan (actor), Louisa Moritz (actress), Joe Cirillo (actor), Joe Cirillo (actor), Bruce Jay Friedman (writer),

Fore Play (1975)

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Genres: Comedy,

Actors Jerry Orbach (actor), Garry Goodrow (actor), John G. Avildsen (director), Paul Dooley (actor), Estelle Parsons (actress), Estelle Parsons (actress), Zero Mostel (actor), Zero Mostel (actor), Thayer David (actor), Irwin Corey (actor), Andrew Duncan (actor), Louisa Moritz (actress), Joe Cirillo (actor), Joe Cirillo (actor), Bruce Jay Friedman (writer),

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  Welcome To The Mobshow lyrics

  Welcome To The Mob

  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! )

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  Mafiashow lyrics

  Mafia

  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

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  Mafiashow lyrics

  Mafia

  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

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  Mafia

  (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

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  Mafiashow lyrics

  Mafia

  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

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  Mafia

  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

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  Mafia

  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