Well what could be more thrillin' Cuz before you know it your life is over So fly,fly,fly or die,die,die,die,die,die,die [Musical interlude] [Chorus] Fly or
what could be more thrillin' Cuz before you know it your life is over So fly,fly,fly or die,die,die,die,die,die,die [Musical interlude] [Chorus] Fly or
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop
mackin and packin a ten so When you're slippin, I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-tripppin Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia Think about
man can test me, so why try? Focus like a samurai, stronger than a Maitai. Or a Tsunama... I mean Tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC. Radioactive
me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia Fly to Libya for
me honey, so you can {take my hand}, We can lay on the beach and count {grains of sand}, Or take a plane to Japan, and drink {saki with mafia}, Fly to
I don't know why they don't let you grow up baby you gotta let them know you not a kid anymore you can do what you wanna do girl (Rock Mafia) [Miley
Brown] The Firm, baby [NTM] Chacun sa Mafia , chacun sa mille-fa Aujourd'hui ca se passe comme ca [Foxy Brown] The Firm, baby [NTM] Chacun sa Mafia [Nas
rockin' Benz coppin' keep the bottles poppin' This time around either your in or your out This time around you better watch your mouth This time around you gon' hang or
they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice This rap a lot mafia life super tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
show me the dollas, hey One for the paper, two for the money Brand new bags, new shoes yet I want it All my girls, fly girls getting money All my girls, fly
Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera Niggas steady rocking
'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-trippin' 'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia
milA'or two fuck off his niggaz too,Cali aint feelinA'you,I bet C-Murder locked up thinkinA'bout killinA'you nigga,Rap -a-Lot Mafia we get the scrilla
me honey, so you can [take my hand], We can lay on the beach and count [grains of sand], Or take a plane to Japan, and drink [saki with mafia], Fly to
you can take my hand, We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand, Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia, Fly to Libya for some