text: Yeah, uhh
  In the M.A.F.I.A.s land, yall
  Where loyalty is everything
  The M.A.F.I.A. forgives, but never forgets
  Heh, let me tell you
  In the M.A.F.I.A.s land where theres 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
  Loyaltys priority in this fam
  Where lifes initiated, aint no givin it back
  Once you in it, like Bennett, youll soon be lieutenant
  Like me, the Don Juan, thats Yvonne
  The sweat-a the money getter
  Coppin mad cheddar
  Stevie 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 cross the Verrazano
  I lay gently in the Bentley, through binoculars he seemed popular
  Givenchy socks, Cartier coolats
  H-class rocks and charms like Bohemians
  Sick like leukemians, receding hairlines
  Watch how genuine this gold mine recline
  When Frank pops the wine, I cocks the nine
  Niggas peeped it from behind and slipped they clips in quick
  One chick named Nick thought she was the shit
  Tried to play Big Poppa, dont worry
  Minutes before I drop her, the blow! blow! blow!
  Like a parolee, the bitch violated
  So how you like it: coffins or cremated?
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas
  Street murderers, thug parasites
  We official, no fake gators
  Coppin firearms with dud missles
  We leavin scar tissues
  That nigga Barry still aggy about that slut
  Mob nigga, what! threw the gang sign up
  The nigga chuckles, just slip the loot
  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?
  But still, they pat me down from all angles
  Trapped inside the Devils 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
  The third nigga 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 dont stop
  I got away with everything, the cash and the stash
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas
  So now Im titled, mission accomplished
  My man was astonished
  He looked as if there was a foul aroma in the air
  Stinkin! I know this niggas thinkin
  Damn! She too little, too pretty, too quiet
  The bitch is hired, mobs wife for life
  Diamond heist with Trife, contracts on your life
  We increase the price, uhh
  So guess who the bitch is?
  But for now I be the mistress
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas
  It aint a day of my life that rolls by
  That I dont get high, sit back, and wan cry
  I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
  Now, its just me and my niggas