text: In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  Dont think cause I rap and get pie all the time
  I wont grip the .9 and put one up in your spine
  I stop you from walking
  Shoot you in the mouth and stop you from talking
  That box youll get tossed in
  Dressed up neatly for fucking with a B.G
  S been Ready to Die like B.I.G. first CD
  Told you I was coming, you niggas didnt believe me
  Knock down the door to this game so easy
  How could you niggas? They call NYPD
  M.A.F.I.A.s the realest gang, you see on T.V
  We beat you down, stab you up
  Gun you down, my niggas dont give a fuck
  The only time I work out is when I lift the H
  Have my bullets come in sets, 2, 4, 6, and 8s
  10, 12, 14s, 16 in the clip
  Empty it out and send a nigga deep when it sicks
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  I need some light prince, athlete, smashin apollonian
  Took a bad bitch to see a math and Smithsonian
  Back when Bobby Brown ran around Tenderoniing
  I was O.T. with more kis than custodians
  Wonder how could Pac felt when the last shot was thrown at em
  Me escape jail, itd be another rebel home again
  Bang with the youngings in the polly with the older men
  Viewers upstate you get your face all broken in
  Go through it with the brakes, in any state, youll be loccin in
  Sell your lil weed, OZs, youll be broke again
  Got a gall of water and today I got the dope again
  You and your squad starve hard like Ethiopians
  Might strip this hard, foreign cars they be rollin in
  Got a pack of crack, tried to get the block sewd again
  Fuck your yes-mans, fake fans, and your phony friends
  Your boys come off lock? Got a shotgun to show em, then
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  Imagine young fools coppin the 5th
  Without taking a sip
  Son of a gun, she aint raise no bitch
  Tell the world to kiss ass, I dont take no shit
  Make sure you finish the pack, I gotta make mine flip
  See, when Nino see cake like this
  Cause the cake I mix
  Will have you broke and singing Days Like This
  Im in the 745, rims 8 by 6
  Now every girl in the town wan taste my dick
  Chocolate hoes, two poles, it taste like Twix
  Nigga with cancer and AIDs said, I aint that sick
  Then that young kid from Patterson savage in every track he gets
  Spit crack, turn it to coke, then back to crack again
  You fucking with a beast, dog, you more like Shrek
  Young Kuna spit the crack that make you fall like 
  Dog Pound, bitch, dont make me call my jets
  Call me Rasheed Wallace the way I pull that TEC
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby
  In the commission, you ask for permission to hit him 
  He dont like me, hit him while wifey was wit him
  Yeah, you heard of us, the murderous, most shady
  Been on the low lately, its the M.A.F.I.A., baby