Rick Ross featuring Chrisette Michelle – Mafia Music 2. Lyrics below.

“Lamborghini’s were figments of my imagination,
whoever figured the figures this figure would be making!”

Fast forward to 1.20 to hear the actual song after a long intro.

This is the first single from the Rick Ross album Teflon Don out later this year.

Read the full Rick Ross Mafia Music Part 2 Lyrics after the jump.

Rick Ross – Mafia Music 2 Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Kilograms were the key to my success
I apologise being so discreet with my connects
Lamborghini’s were figments of my imagination
whoever figured the figures this figure would be making
plenty cream my women pose like figurines
whips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedes
0please let a n-gga breath
dilated pupils are the seeds of a n-ggas greed
with 20 g’s in my denim jeans
if she f-cking me she lucky just to get some chucky cheese
I bust my nut and holla lucky me
its tatted in my vein I remain sucker free
my vocal like an atom bomb in the Avalon
black roses for singing the saddest song
As Salamu Alaykum to paper
Walaikum Salam
Im the don inshallah, now pour me my Don
being gangstas a cold job
wack a n-gga go rejoice with a blow job
always wanted Rolls Royce with no job
then again all I fear is a dope charge
all I fear is a dope charge
tell me whats the odds for appeals for a dope boy
who shed tears for a dope boy
oh what happens to the kids of the dope boy
orphans, f-cking orphans
born defending some n-gga never been on offence
now its shrimp, order more shrimp
my neighbourhood (?) I practice my importance
you know we hustle to the key of life
moving weed and white before we learn to read and write
so f-ck a tutor pay attention to my shooter
f-cking me today but next she be f-cking Luda
we assholes with fast cars and cash flow
my last load was gift wrapped by Castro
I did it all but the blow was my specialty
mental telepathy directly in my recipe
ahh, 2 mill on my second home
still stepping on a couple bricks of that methadone
I got a method for getting money like RZA do
resurrected big poppa in the physical
reincarnated the realest I’m getting revenue
10 mill borrowed from my peers in the federal
and thats several for slinging in Atlanta
but the way they dress you never knew
thought they seen a better view
but the feds had a rap name reginal
that put em on a pedestal the conviction was incredible
the moral of the story was
aint no happy ending for a thug
I think of Tupac, I think of Biggie now
look how they getting down, I went and bought a 50 Cal
we all go when we gotta go
my Glock hole bigger than Nicki Minaj camel toe
so let the panel know we back, the commission intact
teflon don and all black for filling contracts
I’m only here to supersede my successors
RIP Paul Castellano, Myer Lansky, Bumpy Johnson, Al Capone
T-Roger, Tookie Williams, Carlo Gambino and last but not least John Gotti,
Teflon Don,
(Ross, Ross, ross)
[End]

Drop any corrections in the comments and I will update.

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Bun B – I Made It Lyrics

Bun B – I Made It Freestyle. Lyrics included below.

“Tryna f-ck with me you must be on PCP,
Avatar flow your sh-t is straight to DVD!”

Read the full Bun B I Made It Lyrics after the jump.

Bun B – I Made It Lyrics

[Bun B]
I aint gotta say who it is you already know who
no beat I can’t wreck no rapper I can’t blow through
breathing life back into hip hop I got the O2
I told you how you gonna beef with me n-gga you done fool
Im a drama bull(?) you go against me its comical
no tellin the kind of sh-t that I’ma pull
I pull a move pull a card pull a stain
shoot da 5 cut ya buck fifty let a bullet bang
it aint a thing n-gga kinda like a unit
I do this with my eyes wide shut like I’m Kubrick
I can break it all the way down to the cubic
they gon swear that I was digging at em like a tooth pick
go stupid, flunk the IQ test
I got a new gun better yet a new vest
the sh-t Im shooting aint selling in the US
wondering if Im pointing that muthf-cker at you, yes
so quit acting like a muthf-cking dust my friend
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
Bun B im back at it once again
got tungsten skin titanium teeth
Im on fire right now uranium heat
trust me you dont want to see me G
and no G from NYC to CPT
tryna f-ck with me you must be on PCP
Avatar flow your sh-t is straight to DVD
n-gga you (?) sitting home on the sofa
cry in your Budweiser b-tch and watch you some Oprah
You need a new religion try Deepak Chopra
you still gon be a b-tch for life there’s no hope bra,
this sh-t is over Martini shot,
you n-ggas b-tches on the beat you bikini (?)
I’m gone with it, n-ggas best to get there beanies out
ghost like DeNiro, you see me than see me not
on the block with my glock and them Dickies on
tryna make that work stretch like a fifty song
you p-ssy n-ggas better not get me wrong
bring the blitz and have a b-tch and get my blitzkreig on
hard to find like the Al Qeada’s,
even harder to understand like Al Davis
I’m old school with the new paint
trill OG n-gga, everything that you aint
[End]

Let me know what you think and drop any corrections in the comments.