Ya-ya-ya ya Mafia

I got a 357, a tec with a black clip

A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips

Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get

A fool violatin' the business, I ain't wit'

And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit

And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss

The smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fifth

The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick, fool

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya (8x)

Mafia, ya, y-ya, ya ( 4x)

Posse song

Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads

(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya)

From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga

And you know what that mean bitch

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch

Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya (8x)

Mafia, ya, y-ya, ya ( 4x)

Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga

Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga

Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya

If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luga

Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack

Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack

Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion

Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya (8x)

Mafia, ya, y-ya, ya ( 4x)

First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime

You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine

Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse

The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide

We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind

In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz

Hypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate

Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya (8x)

Mafia, ya, y-ya, ya ( 4x)