Artist: Joe Mafia
Album:  This One
Song:   C.H.I.P.S.
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Joe Mafia]
We Old York Yankees, the bang gangsta label
Maf' come through, take heed, niggas'll bleed, niggas it's real
Indeed niggas, fake nothing, I'm straight gunning
We incomputent, son, posted and ain't blunted
Snatching out king, like jake, son, and ain't bluffing
Moms said it, best Lutunza, if you ain't hustling
Hit 'em up off a sting, live it up
If it ain't prime time, for ya'll niggas, give it up
It's 50 g's or better, 40 cal berettas
Pop collars for dollars, we in the trunk with cheddar
Four rocks, forty five, send to get bent
It's rap entertainment, fuck arraignment

[Chorus 2X: Joe Mafia]
Alotta cats keep on getting it twist' up
Running with dead weight, just sneaking, always switch it up
It's more to this, than gliss and politics, cuz
Walk your dogs or get your chips up

[Joe Mafia]
We enterprise, family ties, it's naturally mines
For the faculty, it's hot gravity crime
Narrorated by the most anticipated, chase the ghost
Off the weight, the drug related, campaigning
At the bar, champaigning, endangered the hustle
Ultimate, with the Mossberg pump, bust reduntent
Masquerade the escapade, busting out the Escalade
Brass knuckles through your Cartier frames, to reign
Spots blown, while I'm in the gates like cyclone
With gangsta stripers, without warning, cats the first on
Ride goliath, we the livest tyrants
The street with heat, handle beef, silent, murders come smiling
It's no matter what you want with Joe batters
Lace 'em with an ace card, choch' and Jack Daniels
Celebrating, no mood faking, cats raking
Gun Rule, no flay laking, out to break through

[Chorus 2X]

[Joe Mafia]
Come screwfacing, hatred, rules of engagement
Brain shift, heavyweight escape, mind for plaintiffs
Unprecidented, I'm in it, from the 4th Chamber
Slang dangerous, you need a Los Angeles
Bermuda Triangelist, angle this, ball chain and ankle shit
On the block lockdown, we conquer this
Same pitch in the gum, gun is straight gangsta
Whole families up for ransom, go play the pen shaking
Hike with the sinker, snake 'em, high ranking
World 'cuda, fist tanking, ship sinking, high beams blinking
Industry generating, float and boating
High velocity and slow motion
Stay off an ace on break downs and take crowns
Cats front like they got it like cake, we run the shakedowns
On the set, Hennessey wet, load the four pounds
Throw rounds on heads of clowns, turn it to ghost towns
The arrogant, four blown to dead, ghetto syringes
My life is off the henges, God forbid
That an 80 proof'll burst my appendix
Shots of ray, cats is gay, what's the props, today, ask the Maf' today

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Joe Mafia]
C Double F O, it's how we do it yo
What up Napoleon, Myalan', yeah, yeah, Black Lotus
The God, what's up Missy? P.R., Timbaland
All my niggas, Nicole Wray, that's right, right?
The whole V.A., land, Suffland, G, this for you
PT, we brung this just for you, no doubt
We brung it to you, this song is dedicated to you
All my niggas, Wu-Tang...