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You`ve now entered the quest to, the black triangleNow you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahahaYes it has many meanings, but no matter how you define itit still comes out blackSee it`s just a hair trimSo you can call it what you want[2Pac]Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Undergroundbut when I`m with the Mafia we DROPPIN YAAnd if you`re a hoe then I`ll be knockin ya, baby why notYou shouldn`t jock me cause I`m popularThe group with the glock, I love to pop the gunCoppers get shot, they shouldn`t try to stop the Mafia2Pac`ll pack a person, pump the trunkI`m bumpin G-Funk, but you can call it what you wantHow many times I gotta tell ya, don`t ignore meEither be my hoe or hit the do`, you`re nothin for me (see ya!)That`s why I love to go on tour GScores of whores behind the door, a nigga`s naughtyNow, I`m sippin on a fortySo you can call it what you want just pass the blunt and kick it Money[Money B]Well, I am the danger, THE DANGER, similar to a killerI rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y`all chillinin Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapperCapped his ass faster, than a half of pound of crepes`ll go on Mother`s DayFirst and fifteenth, another way of sayin itI got new clips so trip but it`s OK to get your crewCause ooh I`ll send your team to the showersThey true and do and rippin and got the Wonder Twin powersI devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stinkWhaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about itCome back, you`re done black, see Cutty was the stopperBut you`ll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopperSting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger fingerI blow you to bits and I be gettin a kick out of grabbin the mic and flinginlyrics with the maximum securityI smoke a spliff but I`m not Jamaican, so won`t you let aYankee Doodle Doo what he hasta, raise my hand and cast ahellafied spell you can`t tell you better ask aweatherman he`ll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades[Cold 187um]Nowww, clear the smoke, and grab a fool by his throatAnd don`t let him go til he holla holla billygoatNow Money Money Money B, once said to me"187 why you wanna be a G?" Welllll..I like to clock big G`s, and hang out all nightAnd never worry bout a bitch, cause she can`t tell me shitPlus, money money is a pimp thang (what?)Cause see if you was in my shoes, you`d be doin the sameSo don`t ever ever fuck with, I`m a G-er playaCause when I`m bustin on a punk, I could never be a customerNow peep this, cause when I`m goin deepthe only customers gettin served in the housssse, is the pussy I freakThey wanna pop that ying-yangI tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y`know)Cause hoes always be sayin they got it goin on but if they wannaget with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am notthe No Mack Nigga, from the planet called SilkI`m from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimpsYo, come take a sip of the psycho-mega-pimpsome-hoesta-must-be-a-playa Now hold up, wait a secondNah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yoIt`s like I`m high on a raggamuffin spliffMe the dope sound what a man, the myth (come)Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last yearSo I POST on em, then I COAST on emNo I never never never had a murder rapAnd if you snitch you say I did it you`re bound to get your neck snappedSo there it is, and how it`s gonna beSo I pass the joint, to my man KM.G[KM.G]Well you can call it what you want but if you don`tI`m still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nutAh-say what you want, I`m workin for a cha-ohhWell alright, you little silly ass hoeNow when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped (get tramped)Give a call to the clinic, ATL`s the pimp campand see which playa, is up for the downstroke(Cause you skeez-in, cause you broke)So toast them hoes like I said beforeI fuck four bitches a day, and I`m lookin for moreCause cords of scores of hoes be leavin my houselike, BAM, and I`m like, DAMNNow my niggaz done labelled me the dangerous neighborhood nastymanCause they know I canWhen you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushesI`ll be out by your garage, awaitin behind the bushesdrinkin coffee, smoove waitin to talk seelike a true hoe gigolo should beSee I`m a giant and the rest of them are fakersEspecially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakersA simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don`tSo ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

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