Ha, this motherfuckin' family thing
Hotel Mafia, from the gangsters
To the motherfuckin' Lil Savage
The Godfather, God bless the talent
And it's click, so we got the streets on lock
You know what I'm sayin'?
Who got the streets on lock?
Like the Alley County Jail, bro, homies
Can't make bail, no mail time snails
Food taste damn
Fifty bucks for a hit of Raya
No phone check, no cell phone, no callin' call
Doin' burpees on the motherfuckin' yard
Snipers from the village rappin' bottles of selfies
Squeaky makin' show, his pants is creased
Bandit hit a beat on the handball court
Lil' Demon got a piece in his boxing short
SGV till he die, strollin' hard as *
Sal Capone floored his gang, sayin' Q will what's up
Lil' Con got a business, she a badass freak
Chrono Minor smokin' weed every day of the week
We got the streets on lock in this rap game
If you didn't know, Old Town is the place
Who got the bombs, who got the beats?
Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the streets?
The Old Town Mafia, we the Old Town Mafia
Who got the bombs, who got the beats?
Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the streets?
The Old Town Mafia, we the Old Town Mafia
I 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 fit
Cause I'm planin' to stay on this * up trip
South Side, throw it up for the homies in jail
If I ain't there now, I'ma be right there
Go the pay phones, collect cars blowin'
Show love to the homies, keep it goin'
I'm going back to county
I'm going back to county
Going back to county for a punk-ass one
* the fuckin' system, life is just too short
You gotta get this money, homie, cause ain't * funny
When you sittin' in a tank, phone fuckin' with yourola





Honey, eating * on the shinger
When I could be on a million with a badass freak
Having oysters, cocktails, adios
Motherfuckers making *** on the beach
On the swerve, getting served in a SUV
Claim that Q to the V, do you see what I see?
Homies, what's an MP?
Chillin', ridin' with me
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?
We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.
We the hotel mafia, B.I.G.
One for my money, two for my time
Three for the hunters in the front row line
Rockin' shows in six-fours
A.Z. to Colorado
To my Rasa in Chicago
East Coast, Charlotte, this is East Lowe's
Right here, we bangin' most
Super freaks and G-strings
Baller bling bling
3-D for your dope fiends
Know what I mean?
It's an old town thing
In my new blue JY with the gangsta lean
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 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
Who got the rhymes, who got the beats
Who got the motherfuckin' killers on the streets
The Hotel Mafia
We the Hotel Mafia
We the Hotel Mafia