Intro - Maino

Welcome to the mob you have now been invited

To step inside my world where lames get indicted

Killers get excited the drama gets sub united

The bloodshed and warm in my niggers get united

Welcome to the mob got models in my arms

Shooters in the trunk cold blood in my palm

Look and see the stars tonight we are gods

Screaming fuck the world but I shall never cross my dogs

I am my brother’s keeper until I meet the reaper

The mafia your arms ain’t long enough to reach us

Cannel affiliated my goons demonstrated

Finally got a reason for the dogs to celebrate it

Free lease by that cold old murta

Lot of niggas talk killing name but no murder

Get the blood that starts spilling

Trick a finger coat and

Game size get old and my titty whole warlock

Word I’m a young rapper browser

With expensive trousers

Out of public housing run for couple hundred thousand

What you have here as fear attitude this coffer

'Cause I could cash out two fifty in the bag year

Have wrong royal nets of the game at the bar claire

Court side seats offer blood sweat and hard game

Do what the mob said for you be a target

Catch you sleeping at war bounce and leave you more bam

Fuck these niggers talking all that money chider cheddar

Mafioso in this bitch

Fuck niggers Peter Paning

Brooklyn to the duffle fire on the side of me

A splitter skinny nigga that’s a fucking phlebotomy

Paging doctor Martyr or whatever that you calling me

I ball with your whole giver a facial say that’s all in me

Kobe niggers say they know me

Frontin' like they running whipping niggers really owe me

I’m getting on this model pussy out here like I’m cut low

You nigga still beating through the phone like Naomi Campbell

Rob shit mob shit fuckin' with the mob bitch

You cross dressing bitch niggers grandma mars shit

It’s Lucky Don one of the mafia niggers

Say my name and watch me pop me a nigga

I salute my lakers ock me a nigga

Blow your whole shit down shorty in my face hoe sit down

I’m on my grind look what focus found

We sat down and had a talk on it

Promise my niggers every track I’m leaving chalk on it

Real shit I don’t think hard just talk on it

Paranoia really bust it got my own lawyer

Get some clothes I got something nice and chrome for ya

Two twins named Shaqoya and Toya

Lucky Don I make them both bust off at the same damn time

The mafia we the same damn kind

Yeah hussle hard mouse better

Yeah all the bitches heard me

Feds tryin' to in dice enemies wanna me murder me

A hundred thou' in a duffle bag just for emergency

Still got that thing I’m on bell committing purgery

Boy I’m on T never turn shit down

A hundred bottles so many sparkles might burn shit down

Cope cowboy a hundred bricks make you drown in a drought

My nigga swimming better find you in town

Homie I’m all in flossing panorama porsching

Bossing these niggers is dead without the coffin

We ain’t never gonna let up homie who gon check us

The mafia by blood or by love they gon' respect us