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M.A.F.I.A. Land

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M.A.F.I.A. Land was released on November 12, 1996 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album Hard Core

Song Details

Release DateNovember 12, 1996

LabelRhino Atlantic

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM82

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil' Kim

Vocals

Bert Kaempfert

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bert Kaempfert

Songwriter

Herbert Rehbein

Herbert Rehbein

Songwriter

Richard Ahlert

Songwriter

Brent Toussaint

Brent Toussaint

Songwriter

Kimberly Jones (Lil' Kim)

Kimberly Jones (Lil' Kim)

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Lil' Kim

Executive Producer

Andy Grassi

Recording Engineer

Brent Toussaint

Brent Toussaint

Producer

Christopher Wallace

Christopher Wallace

Executive Producer

Herb Powers

Mastering Engineer

James Cruz

Mastering Engineer

Lance "Un" Rivera

Lance "Un" Rivera

Executive Producer

Tony Black

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land y'all

Where loyalty is everything

The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets

Let me tell you

[Verse 2]

In the M.A.F.I.A.'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

[Verse 3]

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, that's Yvonne

The sweater, the money getter

Coppin' mad cheddar

[Verse 4]

Steve was wondering how I got in this position

One day Frank was fishin' for competition, expedition

Number one, his name is Barry Madanno

Push the phat Milano, '96 stick shift across the Verrazano

I lay gently in the Bentley

Through binoculars, he seemed popular

Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats

H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians

[Verse 5]

Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines

Watch how genuine this gold mine recline

When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine

**** peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick

[Verse 6]

One chick named Nick thought she was the shit

Tried to play Big Poppa, don't worry

Minutes before I drop her, the blow, blow, blow

Like a parolee, the bitch violated

So how you like it, coffins or cremated

You know what I'm sayin'

[Verse 7]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, what

[Verse 8]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, uh

[Verse 9]

Street murderers, thug parasites, we official

No fake gators, coppin' firearms with dud missles

We leavin' scar tissues

That **** Barry still aggy about that slut

Mob ****, what, threw the gang sign up

[Verse 10]

The **** chuckles, just slip the loots

On my belt buckles and cracked his middle knuckles

Damn, how could a deal for a couple mill

Result to such violence

And throw our whole shit off balance?

[Verse 11]

But still, they pat me down from all angles

Trapped inside the 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

[Verse 12]

The third **** had missin' teeth and tattoo teardrops

Long hair, chest felt like a bag of rocks

Before this chops, I grabbed the keys to locks

The jewels and the rocks

The cream in the box, et cetera, et cetera, and it don't stop

I got away with everything, the cash and the stash

[Verse 13]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, what

[Verse 14]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, what

[Verse 15]

So, now I'm titled, mission accomplished

My man was astonished

He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air

Stinkin', I know this ****'s thinkin'

Damn, she too little, too pretty, too quiet

[Verse 16]

The bitch is hired, mob's wife for life

Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life

We increase the price, uh

So guess who the bitch is

But for now I be the mistress

[Verse 17]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, what

[Verse 18]

It ain't a day of my life that rolls by

That I don't get high, sit back, and wanna cry

I used to roll hard with tons of bitches

Now it's just me and my ****, uh

[Verse 19]

It's just me and my ****

It's just me and my ****, what

It's just me and my ****, what

[Verse 20]

Me and my ****, me and my ****, uh

It's just me and my ****

Me and my ****, me and my ****

It's just me and my ****

Written by: B. Toussaint, Bert Kaempfert, Herbert Rehbein, K. Jones, Richard Ahlert

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