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Sisqo F/ LuvHer - M.A.F.I.A. Land lyrics
[Lil' Kim]
 Yeah....uhh
 In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
 Where loyalty is everything {*thunder sounds*}
 The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
 Let me tell you
 In the MAFIA's land where there's one boss and one clan
 Yes mans they surround us like steaks in pans
 All 'em wanna be the man right hands wash the left hands
 Loyalty's priority in this fam
 Where life's initiated ain't no givin' it back
 Once you in it like Bennet you'll soon be lieutenant
 Like me the Don Juan Miss Yvonne
 the sweat-a the money gett-a 
 Copin mad cheddar
 Stevie's all Wondering how I got in this position
 One day Frank was fishin' for competition expidition
 Number one, his name is Barry Madanno
 Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano
 I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular
 Givincci socks Cartier coolats
 H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
 Sick like lukemians, receding hairlines
 Watch how genuine his gold mine decline
 When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
 Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped their clips in quick
 One chick named Nick thought she was the shit 
 Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry 
 Minutes before I dropped her the blow! blow! blow!
 Like a parol-e the bitch violated
 So how you like it coffins or creameted
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 There ain't a day in my life that rolls by
 That I don't get high, sit back and won't cry
 I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
 But now it's just me and my niggas, whah
 (repeat)Sisqo F/ LuvHer - M.A.F.I.A. Land - http://motolyrics.com/sisqo-f-luvher/mafia-land-lyrics.html
 [Lil' Kim]
 Street murders, thug parasites
 We official no fake gators
 Coppin' fire arms with dug missles
 We leavin scar tissue
 That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
 Mob nigga what! threw the gang sign up
 The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
 On my belt buckles and cracked his middle nuckles
 Damn how could a deal for a couple mill
 Result to such violence 
 And throw our whole shit off balance
 Yet still, they pat me down from all angles
 Trapped inside this devil's triangle 
 Like Bo I had the Jangles
 And movin' slow to slide up on these Mexicans
 One cross eyed and hunchbacked
 The other must be mixed with black
 The third nigga had missin' teeth and tatto tear drops
 Long hair, chest for like a bag of rocks
 Before this chops 
 I grabbed the keys to locks, the jewels and the rocks
 The cream in the box, etc. etc. etc. and it don't stop
 I got away with everything, the cash and the stash
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 [Lil' Kim]
 So now I'm titled mission acomplished
 My man was astonished
 He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
 Stinkin! I know what this nigga thinkin'
 Damn she's too little, too pretty, too quiet
 The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life
 Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
 We increase the price, uuhh
 So guess who the bitch is, but for now I be the mistress
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