[Intro: Lord Infamous sample]
Mafia

[Chorus: OG Maco]
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I hit the club with the top off
Rolls Royce drop (?) which I dropped off
Walk up in that bitch slo-mo, leanin' sideways
We already been blowin' since the highway
V.I.P, already on some list shit
Already got some bad bitches on my guest list
They already know the biz, they ain't gotta guess it
After the club and the Moet every hoe get a dick
And they let a n***a smoke on that magic
(?) in the club (?) automatic
Drinkin' on them magnums, pocket full of magnums
If it pop off - .357, a magnum

[Chorus: OG Maco]
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'
[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
What the fuck you lookin' round for


Rap n***as get it all day where I'm from here

Fuck around and kickin' in ya mom door
Shot through the side, through the back (?)
I know n***a, trick trick tongues out
This a motherfuckin no fly zone n***a

[Chorus: OG Maco]
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'

[Verse 3: Compton Menace]
This shit crazy
Sware they never seen it coming
Ain't even know that [?] pop off
[?] crazy came through in the foreign
Top down and [?] bitch [?] top off
[?] all up in the [?]
I'm celebrating, gotta do it for the hood, right
[?] and I sware [?] kept it real
Know it's real when I pop off
I'm on the grind, so I'm never taking time off
Making n***as feel it, cause I'm living like a crime boss
[?] smoking, but [?] smoke [?]
They always talking, but they never coming near us
It get quiet when they know this shit is real
It get quiet when they see a n***a pop up
They politicin when they see you got your stock up
They talking 'bout you, till they see you got your block up
[?]
From the bottom, so I'm never [?]
[?] whoever you are
[?] thousand on the car

[Chorus: OG Maco]
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Run 'em off, all my n***as won't say nothin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'
Oh Lord, prayin' my n***as they stay thuggin'