Mafia - BOLDY JAMES

They’re all smokin' on the stick, you know we cook shit

High niggas up and then they say my nigga cook shit

Man I ain’t run off with your work, bitch I took it

Out in Brooklyn, way this shit be lookin' I’ma touch the ticketmaster

All this drink in my kidneys, need to empty my bladder

They speakin' down about no bitty, fuck the chitter-chatter

Get a nigga splattered, find that peg, the only shit that matter

I might just touch down in your city under short notice

And make her ride the white horse, half as slow as doing water aerobics

He say we’re bitches man, we call him heroic

Gotta switch my model, instead of sayin' fuck tomorrow

I brought a bottle just to pour out the moment, I really play the lotto

Might shoot the dice, I love the scramble

In my life I took a gamble, but my God, He told me no bit

The police kickin' on your door, like «Where the dope at?»

Only think they wanna know is did you get this shit from Bojak?

Fuck the rallies tellin' bitches get the rosette

Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin' pills like they Prozac

No fannypack, used to trap out of full family flack

Was a net in the two sports way before rap

Back in them housephone days, they had my phone tapped

Was clockwork, I used to cop a Chev' and get it drove back

Type that get caught and take the whole rap

They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit-The-Road-Jack

Gritted like I’m quackers with them killers and the takers

Doin' a run, I can’t go down to Austin like a wave on their coast

Catchin' pot 'cause we be boilin' like the Leckers

Big 40, neck water, highway sluts, I’m in the scraper

Got the real bad prices, niggas callin' in for prices

Get you dropped on my lonely, I ain’t callin' in no favours

In the hood with the family, you can catch me with the creatures

In the nooks, in the crannies, all the crevices and creases

Big bucks, no lend-me's, live at the man of it

In the hood they can’t band me, I’m a legend with this street shit

Fresh up out the firm feel like a medic with them re-scripts

I feel out with the grudge but I kept in touch with Felix

Burnin' big cooky reals and temp, be on my way to Phoenix

Yeah she know that pussy good, I just hit it when I need it

Beat the case, gotta quit and now he feelin' undefeated

Never been in touch with shit, in 30 seconds I can’t leave it

Where we at with it?

Fuck the rallies tellin' bitches get the rosette

Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin' pills like they Prozac

No fannypack, used to trap out of full family flack

Was a net in the two sports way before rap

Back in them housephone days, they had my phone tapped

Was clockwork, I used to cop a Chev' and get it drove back

Type that get caught and take the whole rap

They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit-The-Road-Jack

Unless you a part of that I’m not gonna let you see that

Only thing you gon' see is us enjoyin' ourselves

That’s what you supposed to see

Unless you a part of it

Or whatever else goin' on

Know what I’m sayin'? (Mafia)

Those that do gotta have old chap, but obviously

I could go anywhere on the planet

And not worry about nothin' (Mafia)

Two jobs ain’t enough man, I mean they just can’t pull nothin' out here

They can’t grip it, they growin' up

And it’s an end to an era, you know what I’m sayin'?

They should be growin' up, we grew up in the 'hold your tongue'

'Don't say nuttin" you know, you know what I mean, um

You hate our rap, kill our rap (Mafia)