Mafia, what else? (Guaranteed) Blockworcks, 227 (what up?) Kind creatures, where we at with it? (Yeah) Detroit, let's get it, uh (it's on) They're all smokin' on the stick, you know we cook shit High niggas up and then they say my nigga cook shit Man I ain't run off with your work, bitch I took it Out in Brooklyn, way this shit be lookin' I'ma touch the ticketmaster All this drink in my kidneys, need to empty my bladder They speakin' down about no bitty, fuck the chitter-chatter Get a nigga splattered, find that peg, the only shit that matter I might just touch down in your city under short notice And make her ride the white horse, half as slow as doing water aerobics He say we're bitches man, we call him heroic Gotta switch my model, instead of sayin' fuck tomorrow I brought a bottle just to pour out the moment, I really play the lotto Might shoot the dice, I love the scramble In my life I took a gamble, but my God, He told me no bit The police kickin' on your door, like "Where the dope at?" Only think they wanna know is did you get this shit from Bojak? Fuck the rallies tellin' bitches get the rosette Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin' pills like they Prozac No fannypack, used to trap out of full family flack Was a net in the two sports way before rap Back in them housephone days, they had my phone tapped Was clockwork, I used to cop a Chev' and get it drove back Type that get caught and take the whole rap They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit-The-Road-Jack Gritted like I'm quackers with them killers and the takers Doin' a run, I can't go down to Austin like a wave on their coast Catchin' pot 'cause we be boilin' like the Leckers Big 40, neck water, highway sluts, I'm in the scraper Got the real bad prices, niggas callin' in for prices Get you dropped on my lonely, I ain't callin' in no favours In the hood with the family, you can catch me with the creatures In the nooks, in the crannies, all the crevices and creases Big bucks, no lend-me's, live at the man of it In the hood they can't band me, I'm a legend with this street shit Fresh up out the firm feel like a medic with them re-scripts I feel out with the grudge but I kept in touch with Felix Burnin' big cooky reals and temp, be on my way to Phoenix Yeah she know that pussy good, I just hit it when I need it Beat the case, gotta quit and now he feelin' undefeated Never been in touch with shit, in 30 seconds I can't leave it Where we at with it? Fuck the rallies tellin' bitches get the rosette Feel like Tony Soprano, poppin' pills like they Prozac No fannypack, used to trap out of full family flack Was a net in the two sports way before rap Back in them housephone days, they had my phone tapped Was clockwork, I used to cop a Chev' and get it drove back Type that get caught and take the whole rap They call me Blockworks, aka Mr. Hit-The-Road-Jack Unless you a part of that I'm not gonna let you see that Only thing you gon' see is us enjoyin' ourselves That's what you supposed to see Unless you a part of it Or whatever else goin' on Know what I'm sayin'? (Mafia) Those that do gotta have old chap, but obviously I could go anywhere on the planet And not worry about nothin' (Mafia) Two jobs ain't enough man, I mean they just can't pull nothin' out here They can't grip it, they growin' up And it's an end to an era, you know what I'm sayin'? They should be growin' up, we grew up in the 'hold your tongue' 'Don't say nuttin" you know, you know what I mean, um You hate our rap, kill our rap (Mafia)