Ha, this motherfuckin' family thingHotel Mafia, from the gangstersTo the motherfuckin' Lil SavageThe Godfather, God bless the talentAnd it's click, so we got the streets on lockYou know what I'm sayin'?Who got the streets on lock?Like the Alley County Jail, bro, homiesCan't make bail, no mail time snailsFood taste damnFifty bucks for a hit of RayaNo phone check, no cell phone, no callin' callDoin' burpees on the motherfuckin' yardSnipers from the village rappin' bottles of selfiesSqueaky makin' show, his pants is creasedBandit hit a beat on the handball courtLil' Demon got a piece in his boxing shortSGV till he die, strollin' hard as *Sal Capone floored his gang, sayin' Q will what's upLil' Con got a business, she a badass freakChrono Minor smokin' weed every day of the weekWe got the streets on lock in this rap gameIf you didn't know, Old Town is the placeWho got the bombs, who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the streets?The Old Town Mafia, we the Old Town MafiaWho got the bombs, who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the streets?The Old Town Mafia, we the Old Town MafiaI ain't processin', cause it's the craziest *Cause you standin' in line, they in your face and *I want my fish kit, blues, and my shoes that fitCause I'm planin' to stay on this * up tripSouth Side, throw it up for the homies in jailIf I ain't there now, I'ma be right thereGo the pay phones, collect cars blowin'Show love to the homies, keep it goin'I'm going back to countyI'm going back to countyGoing back to county for a punk-ass one* the fuckin' system, life is just too shortYou gotta get this money, homie, cause ain't * funnyWhen you sittin' in a tank, phone fuckin' with yourolaHoney, eating * on the shingerWhen I could be on a million with a badass freakHaving oysters, cocktails, adiosMotherfuckers making *** on the beachOn the swerve, getting served in a SUVClaim that Q to the V, do you see what I see?Homies, what's an MP?Chillin', ridin' with meWho got the lines? Who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the street?The hotel mafia, B.I.G.We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.Who got the lines? Who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the street?We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.One for my money, two for my timeThree for the hunters in the front row lineRockin' shows in six-foursA.Z. to ColoradoTo my Rasa in ChicagoEast Coast, Charlotte, this is East Lowe'sRight here, we bangin' mostSuper freaks and G-stringsBaller bling bling3-D for your dope fiendsKnow what I mean?It's an old town thingIn my new blue JY with the gangsta leanWho got the lines? Who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the street?The hotel mafia, B.I.G.We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.Who got the lines? Who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the street?The hotel mafia, B.I.G.We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.Who got the lines? Who got the beats?Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the street?The hotel mafia, B.I.G.We the Hotel MafiaWho got the rhymes, who got the beatsWho got the motherfuckin' killers on the streetsThe Hotel MafiaWe the Hotel MafiaWe the Hotel Mafia