Artist: Joe Mafia f/ Treasurer Album: This One Song: Intro Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Treasurer] Aiyo, sometimes I want him to right roll the tape I mean, I don't know, all this shit that's going on In the industry, make me feel like I just wanna turn my back But I can't, but yo, I wanna give a shout to my nigga Joe Maf' My nigga Fonzarelli, my nigga Andre, my nigga Jay Cat, Baby Child, my nigga Rock, my nigga, Napoleon For the whole V.A., this for ya'll niggas, tight [Joe Mafia] Mind of Babylonian, my sting opium, sixteen shots'll Open up, bloody fallopian, swallow this Hollow tip slug, explosive novelist Project, overdose, vomit, diamond cut your glass house Vast spots snatch, spend flame fast, bitch nigga Ballerina? Let's dance, blow avalanche Gon' slash, it's my time, yours cold in '99 I still shine, my land, new plan, white collar crime Shorties live with the pecan eyes, we lamping New expansion, Henny mention, got you flinching Tighten your bags, state to state, inner state, generate Nitron, blow it strong, clear the block with a pump How ill is it, niggas get, fucked up, drunk off, but still feel this Friend of mine, smacked up, crash your image Fake rapper pretenders follow, suits mimick Real cats stay top shitting, while you're babysitting Who gains some heavy hitting, thirty bomb, you're fogged tonight Fatigued out, blood hounds got you sent, 20 cent spent, recoupable Smile while I shoot the shit with you, move mysterious Art superiors, dart Olympics, Maf' ain't feeling you (what niggas?)