I Don't See Nothin' Wrong

[Intro/Talkbox] It's the Mafia Uh, uh, say what, say what It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggas ain't (here we go), say what [Verse 1: Lil Cease] Let's get it poppin' light the L pop the Cris (get it poppin') Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh) Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chicks Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips Hey mami let me holla at you for a few ticks Get to know your name while you light this spliffs Let me get inside your mind for some major shit Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit) I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean) Max Out, M.A.F.I.A. the American dream team (dream team) Big free rollin' on dubs with the big wings When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang Niggas ain't flaggin' niggas just packin' Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-Z'S Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it Move Dem Thangs like Angie Martinez [Chorus/Talkbox] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long [Verse 2: Banger] Hey Mami Peace to all my fly hunnies To all my niggas gettin' money To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelry Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch Shake it to the left, bitch, shake it to the right I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every night) What more can I say I can show you the best tell it I Get My Freak On way more than Missy Elliot And if you think somethin' sweet We do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Ass like Trina, take it to the house Freak like Adina, take it in your mouth 'Cause if you ain't up on thangs Bang Bang be the name J-M-C's the gang I rep M-A-X O-U-T Blaze hoes from NY to Cali to South Beach [Chorus/Talkbox] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long [Verse 3: Method Man] Yeah, represent, look what the cat dragged in Got a pocket full of Magnums, I'm 'bout to cash in Fuck the yappin' make it happen You see I'm like Kill Bill, I got a Pussymobile to set that ass in The craziest life, baby my type If I'm lucky than luck gon' be this lady tonight Now I ain't on a mission for broads and getting drawers All I'm sayin', hit the God when you tired of kissin' them frogs Word, and now you gettin' on yours knees baby Ain't ya, you fuckin' me then Lil' Cease baby Ain't ya, picture mad diamond chains and wrist watches But don't get too close because you might get shot To all you playas playin' the game, just play smart Keep a razor blade inside of tongue and play smart Major leaguers, minor leagues get out the park Bitches that wanna back talk, get out and walk [Chorus/Talkbox] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long Pass the blunt To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long [Cont. Talkbox] It's the M.A.F.I.A., you know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong You know there ain't nothin' wrong I want to fuck you all night long, stop it baby You know there ain't nothin' wrong Baby you know there ain't nothin' wrong Smoke a blunt, smoke a blunt Ohh all night long, it's the M.A.F.I.A Oooo let's keep it rockin', it's the M.A.F.I.A It's the M.A.F.I.A., it's the M.A.F.I.A., it's the M.A.F.I.A Oooooo it's the M.A.F.I.A Mafioso...