hurt, much more than you'll ever know Yes darling, I'm so hurt Because I still love you so Even though you hurt me Like nobody else could ever do I would never hurt, hurt
aight though, we just dip bail And like they say or somethin You heard of us VA Cats, for real {Joe Mafia} I heard the judge got a grudge No love for
brain stirred? Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life Always see the crew in the hindsight Yeah! American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand This is Mafia
Rock Mafia [x2] Preacher man walked into the club and he said He said, '' hey girl can't you walk a mile straight? '' Father I'm torn and I'm selling
Cali weed Streets is my girl, asked her to marry me Yellow and purple ears, tryin' to see Shaq's salary D-Block Gang, Ruff Ryder mafia Make sure the
until you DROP, hit you until you ROLL! I'ma hit you until you BLEED, hit you until you LEAVE! Hit you until you.. yeah, yeah I put in my dirt I'ma hurt
around And spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and
Hence these stripes of a South Memphis nigga I earned marched through the fire ???????? then yall learn No glory bringin them warriors to this ignored clan I can just hurt
laughing with an old joke Don't you cry never do a days work nothing of value will ever get hurt Joes no trouble he ran for mayor The mafia car bombed
give me a verdict, yeah Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it 'Cuz every time I did it I hit it and hurt it, yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished
me softly Trying to put me to the test Give me a fuckin' reason just to snap yo neck I be the one with flow that's hurting all you hoes Late night Creeping
me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....) Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk Tryin' to get his ass hurt
try to come up over us, the radio even help 'em at it But yall ain't got no flows, so hang it up you silly rabbits I'ma keep on hurtin' you boys, by
your set high in da air and show me love We drankin' beer, we smokin' pure It just alive wit three 6 mafia in yo ear We sippin', surp, you might get hurt
the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town. And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO! (HOOK) Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia
and leave you missin' And on a murder mission Critical condition Got plenty ammunition Don't need to catch you slippin' I'll fuck you up lil pimpin' Lord have mercy hurt
in these hoes, keep on talkin' that shit Actin' like they bad as fuck but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit Keep on dissin' this click and we gon' hurt
ain't no clue In to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch Mafia style 'cause
