Mafia

(That's DJ Paul beat)

Fuck around and find out

You already know what it is, ****

Bitch

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

'Cause I'm the same **** that was turnt as a teen

I been tearin' up clubs since you **** was three (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

Fuck around and get your face shot the fuck off

Come through in broad day with the sawed-the-fuck-off

Had to stand on business, had to knock his ass off

Tried to fry the other one, but he took the fuck off

**** just be bluffin', they ain't really 'bout that

They love to sell **** out, that's why I highly doubt that

I can talk my shit and pop it, I'm really like that

'Cause I'm my own fuckin' boss and they don't really like that

But they don't do nothin' but talk shit, see me and wave

'Cause **** ain't no damn fool, **** know I'm paid

And **** know if they play with me, they ass gon' get placed

Down in that dirt, where they ass gon' lay

Stickin' to the script 'cause I don't fuck with certain ****

'Cause how I feel today, I might just hurt me a ****

I stand on what I believe, I might just murk me a ****

Go berzerk on a ****, yeah, black hearse me a **** (Ho)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

'Cause I'm the same **** that was turnt as a teen

I been tearin' up clubs since you **** was three (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

Fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

'Cause I'm the same **** that was turnt as a teen

I been tearin' up clubs since you **** was three (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me (Yeah, what?)

Thirty-round clips hangin' out the back window of the whip

They doin' backflips, **** duckin', hidin' off the rip

It's gon' be a R.I.P., R.I.P. to every one of them hoes

They was talkin' shit online, crossed the line, chapter closed

Bloody clothes layin' on the floors all over the med

Bullet led from them **** toes all the way to they head

Off with they heads, **** bled for this Mafia for life

**** died a lil' bit, a lot of shit was sacrifice

Yeah, and that's on Vice, fuck around with that pipe, roll the dice with your life

Hit him on sight, leave a **** dressed up nice, talkin' fresh on that mic

Fuckin' all night, I should be a pilot the way a **** put these hoes on these flights

Take that bike, take her to the island and have the bitch do everything that I like, that's right

Freddie, can I get wicked like Brotha Lynch? Push your bitch off a cliff, ****, I'm super sick

**** think he some pimpin', he fuckin' on one of my bitches, I shot him in the dick

Put a fuck **** face in the spokes of the 'Lac ball, skrrt off in a Trackhawk

Thirty shots threw his back off, I'ma spin another block, then I'm right back at y'all

Eastside Gary, North Memphis, wipe a **** nose, no witness

I done took a loss and took a sentence, got more money, more bitches

All the shit that hypnotized Rabbit, push a pussy button, make him panic

Buttons in the whip, Inspector Gadget, spent two hundred bucks on a Patek, I'm out

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

'Cause I'm the same **** that was turnt as a teen

I been tearin' up clubs since you **** was three (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

Fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me

'Cause I'm the same **** that was turnt as a teen

I been tearin' up clubs since you **** was three (Tear the club up, tear the club up)

You fuck around and find out, fuckin' with me, boy