Testi:
G Style Mafia

sky, like I got the four-five Pointed at you, now wave them around side to side Want to know who am I, G three rockabye I was born in the style, grew

playa but I bust your wife We bust on Bad Boys brothers touch for life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is

it back [Bridge:] Gal clown, gal clown him! Drown him, it's Warlord di world reknown Huh! Whappen to G.C.O.? Gal Clown Executive, fool dat yo! Maficer, bout dem a Mafia

' in HOLMES STREET FRANKLIN SQUARE, FUSHED TOWN, NEW HOLMES and FRONT STREET AVENUE, BLUE GATE, BEACH TOWN, '7TH STREET 10-LINE, 11-DUECE, BABY LOCS and GRAPE STREET 99 MAFIA

money girl, you know how it goes [R.C.] Uhh, yeah, yeah Aiyyo I'm about to wreck your body, they said 'Turn the party out' Me and G about to burn

in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y-G Gangsta Ain't no muthafuckin' joke so you best to recognize You can't fuck with this, it's the O.G. West Side The best

a fuck B-S-B and I gots to give it up to the I-F-G [B-BRAZY] Red hat Red motherfuckin' strings Ain't a damn thang changed, Mafia and these Lanes Still

I.G. No disrespect to Notorious B.I.G. R.I.P. but damn when your lookin at me You be like damn Shaq Dog do it B.I.G. I got a Phantom same color as butter

dick in yo ass And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22 Mafia style