Testo: A-Mafia. Other. Mafia Day.

Duke! I know ya'll wondering who I am right?
[laughter]

Verse: 1
Listen brotha, Im known for flippin butta
Ive been across the globe but my home is in the gutta
Im A-Mafia, niggaz play wit jockie
I'ma spray off a shotty out the gray Maserati
[Uh!]
Pull the rocks out to see more change
I'ma hustle ?till I'm hoppin out the G4 plane
I'ma hood fello, plus I'm smooth and mellow
Killa did the blue lambo, I'ma do the yellow
Since I came it's a lotta hatin in the game
[Why?]
Cuz, I'ma pimp without the gators and the cane
The hoes wanna throw me in a Cobra clutch
Cuz I'm rollin up, '07 Rover truck
Mafia the truth!
Stage of the booth, I'ma blow it up
Gang signs out the sunroof, I'ma throw it up
When the coke get rough, I'ma let the purple sell
A-Mafia, I'm harder than a turtle shell

Verse: 2
Duke and Killa threw me the deal, now it's time to ride
Front on Mafia and I'ma catch a homicide
When its beef, the glock'll get them bustas off me
In the streets, I'm hotter than a cup of coffee
But the Feds think I'm hotter than a pot of grits
Cuz I get bread and hop outta topless whips
Fitted hat with the kicks to match
plus known for spittin crack with the Diplomats
And those niggaz who speak in tongues, can eat a gun
I'll be in the streets or slums ?till the Grim Reaper come
I see the hatin niggaz hearts cuz Im making bucks
Smart and my weight is up, sharper than a papercut
I remember I snatched and took a purse
Now I'm charging bout ten stacks for a hook and verse
In the clubs we pop bub and twirl grass
Mafia! my buzz bigger than my girl ass

(Thanks to YungFresh for these lyrics)