Lyrics
It's Mafia What Else
Where we at?
Lately we've been undertakin', rest up on the Warren, really I'm from Stahelin
My last name is Jones but Broadus is my mother's maiden
Takin' what is given, it all depend on what is taken
Bases loaded, base-rock, boom-boom, we was just touchin' bases
Based on a true story, I made a plum a raisin
Son of Satan, Dussé and the cream, feel like I'm double-datin'
Was young and thuggin', double-cuppin' with my cousin Raymond
Funnel-cakin', fuckin' up the money, that's a understatement
We come from crankin', doublin' up, runnin' up them blankets
Hundred Franklins, my fiend said, "This new shit, it taste like honey bacon"
I been scermin', pullin' hits, not just on one occasion
My whip German, mother mixed, but my hustle Asian
The first time I tasted Tris, fell out of love with Quagen
Got everybody hatin' Chris, but they in love with Raymond
We come from slavin' over the stove with my stomach achin'
Quick to push that button up on you, somethin' like the thumb of Craven
We come from scribbles all day from pullin' all-nighters
Burnt up the road in that rental 'til it had bald tires
Run everything from off the 6 'til you get across Meyers
I heard they shot him in his head 'til a nigga shit caught fire
Up against a heavyweight, should've told that lil' nigga, "Walk lighter"
Be them niggas playin' both sides usually get caught up in the crossfire
Nolan Ryan at the mound, threw a no-hitter, pitchin' all sliders
Be them niggas playin' both sides that be gettin' caught up in the double-cross
Spot hot as a house fire, play with Blocks, I'ma get to sparkin' like a ground wire
Eighty shots in the carbon, it get the crowd hype
Turn this bitch up with the quickness, niggas duckin' and flinchin'
Thirty clip tucked in my britches, we be clutchin' and clenchin'
Hurry it up with the swiftness or get rushed to intensive
Guilty as charged, when I spit it, you hear too much conviction
I should've listened to my mama-bear, but it was friction
She know I love her, but at times, I swear, I wished I didn't
This shit hit different when you rich from off of penny-pinchin'
Real name James but I also go by Jimmy Henchman
Fam'-O ain't never been no killer, they just Ren & Stimpy
Cancel your Christmas mid-December, all my niggas grinchin'
It's my intention, my ambitions as a drug-zoner
Know that backdoor open still 'cause I came with the club owner
Last night, we poured up a fish and I'm still hungover
Can't let that broke shit rub off on you, gotta shrug it off
We come from scribbles all day from pullin' all-nighters
Burnt up the road in that rental 'til it had bald tires
Run everything from off the 6 'til you get across Meyers
I heard they shot him in his head 'til a nigga shit caught fire
Up against a heavyweight, should've told that lil' nigga, "Walk lighter"
Be them niggas playin' both sides usually get caught up in the crossfire
Nolan Ryan at the mound, threw a no-hitter, pitchin' all sliders
Be them niggas playin' both sides that be gettin' caught up in the double-cross