Part Squad Mafia Team

I told you fuck niggas
Proceed with precaution
Everybody in here's a target
Even your girlfriend
Watch me aim with my sausage
Unload the clip then reload the monster
Inhale the ganja, wack emcees get to the back
They tried to step to the mack
And they got jacked
Rolling through the east looking for
The man with the pack
Not Pac man, the damn cornerback
Fucking goofies kinda sorta
Finna Kama Sutra with your boo-ski
Only if it's Tuesday, she might be in love
Only in the movies
She only prolly want me cause of
The diamonds and the rubies
Overseas in the jacuzzi, eating
Pussy, I fucked her, what a doozy
I tell the coach put a nigga in
Let me spin like I'm Poopie

Miles Davis
I'll play the drum to your heart
Even the bongo
Hit the bong slow, now I'm Dumbo
A hit is what you want, no
A hit is what you don't know
It's hitting what you

Yo, dikky di dikki di dikky da
Yo, I tell you the rest on
The day that we die
Yo, dikky di dikky di dikky dikkity da
And I'll tell you the rest on
The day that we die