For those who tread lightly, who need some enlightment The world is what u make of it You feel it up and break it til The pieces inside you [x2] Help
(feat. Miley Cyrus) (Oh, baby) I don't wanna lie, I'm gonna take what you're giving 'Cause I know you're willing, To take me all the way..you got me
bang a nigga and bang a nigga good So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the hood 'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months" Can't live life swinging rocks
mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way Yeah, gun play burning
and only Queen Bee After me there will be none But you could call me Miss White Most people know me as Lil' Kim The head of the La Bella Mafia Oh, shout
they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice This rap a lot mafia life super tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
probably got two cells connected Yack in one hand, with the other, the lizm And if I push you down and wet you, it's not Baptism Bitch, this is Mafia
probly got two cells connected (SL) Yack in one hand, the other the lizm And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism (SP) Bitch this is mafia
it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia
in Scrap, wid the scar, it's my nigga Mr.I-B-N Yes, it's a must, that we let you know we sell, rocks Fuckin' wid these killaz from South Parkway we the
hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous] Nigga Three Six Mafia burn
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them Before
gats go for your gun Prepare to crush them we trust none Man who ain't down with the clan The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
burger kings Catch you with the small 22. that I had in my bouge Had that other hand had pulled first but you was scared to shoot Three 6 Mafia for 12
back Fruck writin' rhymes This is real shit not a track Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act hard The devil on my left side The other side
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 makin' this motherfuckin' world rock
bottles Your girl?s a cutie, know she ****** Don't get wrong, I keep them hottles Shawty hot, watch her rock Let me see that lolli pop Body rock don
twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad y'all stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod, rocks
