Rick Ross - Mafia Music 3 Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Niggas caught up slipping, gave him a shit bagFive shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift packIt's death row, conspiracy theoriesConcealed indictments handed to the grand juryGet some money now you hated by your own kindThe home invasion done by niggas in your bloodlineGABOS, game ain’t based on sympathySo he put a hit on his cousin