come on, take a ride with me And let me show you, the dirty 3 Pack your bags, don't forget your heat Cause it go down, in the dirty streets [Mafia Mike
tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV All askin' me
' me, but let me tell you Patna, you'll neva catch me, see I'm under some business, and you to Tap my phone, but I'm not mike, why don't you leave me
wit us The boy Big Mike still down wit us Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk Niggaz in the southside down wit us Fifth Ward-down tah ride down wit us [
out, we thugged out Until the death of me, I'm thinkin bout some treachery On the click I get sick, like a nigga wit leprosy When they step to me It's
