Mafia Lyfestyle - Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., Layzie Bone

I’m from that city that breathed it

Live playa paper out there for everybody

Trailthem creepin make that paper stack

Ya’ll know we got them ballers and playaz

Playa bosses gangsta haters callin shots

U-haulers all caught up in that pen partna

Collectin my dough from do, slammin them Lincoln doors

Expensive clothes and ho’s be hollerin tinted windows bouncin

S — A — M — O — A — N that mafia soldier rollin to the top

No we never gon stop where we goin showin' all them …

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early

(Layzie Bone)

Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe

Gettin down for the grind tryin to make a lil dough

Real thugs hit em up just to let a nigga know Mo Thug nigga what?

Get the scrilla fa sho ballin outta control hit the yellow brick road

Nigga anything goes and we gotta survive

24−7, 365 and I be ready to ride

Either thug or you die gimme a hug and don’t cry cuz I’m a get mine

Take this game on a whole nother level can you feel the pain?

Sometimes it be stressin me man

But the lesson you brang you well worth it

Ain’t nobody perfect but a nigga pilot ain’t nobody stop this Mo Thugs madness

Any nigga try then the shit is done, tragic

Real drastic, big clips on the automatics

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early

(The Godfather: Singing)

Momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets

(The Riddler)

I’m all about my scrill-o

Illiminates that middle

That money green no dream

Triple beam turn them human beings to fiends

Socialize with no feds

Never will never did … now who did?

Playa like that don’t wanna live

Hater like that don’t wanna give

Paper out there for everybody

Don’t let that paper pay pass you by so thick

Then you die, don’t lay, I don’t lie

In the VIP, we gamble cheese, toast to that winning team

Table full of that Hennessy, enemies eyes is all on me

(Chorus till fade)

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Gangstas and thugstas and playaz we hustlin crazy

It’s that Mafia Lyfestyle

Perpatrators and snitches and haters, ya’ll dyin early

(The Godfather: Singing over chorus)

My momma don’t cry for me, my gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets

Don’t cry for me, don’t cry for me