Last Days
Midwest M.A.F.I.A. Lyrics

Can I live 'til my last day
Is it possible for me to survive until the day I die?

Hittin' honies that be nasty
Having sex with unattractive women

Gettin' money in the fast way
Earning money quickly through illegal means

And I only care halfway
I'm only partially concerned

But I still can't let you pass me
But I cannot allow you to surpass me

Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
What do you consider a serious problem? Three men with bats and hoodies?

That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
That is insignificant when compared to a single person with guns

When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
We caused complete chaos when we arrived

Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
Everything was disrupted - from breathing to eating

When we do our shit we do our shit for real
We are very serious when it comes to our criminal activities

While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
While you make your own music and sign your own contracts

Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
It's fine if you write your own songs, but calm down

I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
I will spend a million dollars on only the best things

Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
We only wear the best clothes like our group, The Lox

Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
Then you can see me driving a Bentley

Lox and B-I, hold our cliqa down for years
The Lox and I have supported our group for years

Gang not, but we been had our black tears
We are not a gang, but we have experienced sorrow and pain

Niggas under the stairs only understand what we got
People who live in poverty can understand our situation

Underground, all above must get shot
If you aren't in our group, you will be harmed

You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners
You can't arrest me, see Luciano, a famous mob boss, use guns

To all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin' y'all
To everyone who has a problem, come and face me

You already know what it's about when I run up in your house
You know what will happen when I break into your home

Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch
I will threaten you with a gun to get all the money in your house

Hearin' you out is senseless, perhaps for instance
Listening to what you have to say is pointless

I give this faggot a french kiss
I give this man a punch in the face

Black gloves, no prints, dark tints
Wearing black gloves and sunglasses, leaving no evidence

Word on the street they ain't heard from him since
Rumors suggest that no one has heard from him

You know about life after kicked the kid in
You can only understand the consequences of your actions after you have done them

Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams
My associates and I can make a substantial amount of money

Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en
We have dangerous influence

Either you ridin' or you dyin' cause we swingin' iron
Either you are with us or against us because we have firearms

Lox and Poppa, turning niggas into Jim Hoffa
My group and I are killing people like Jimmy Hoffa

Who gon stop us, your last joint double copper
No one can stop us, your last album sold poorly

You gettin' money or your runnin' from the Feds
Are you making money or being hunted by the FBI?

Ain't nothin' over here but sixteen, with one in the head
There's nothing here except a gun with one bullet

And I solemnly swear
I promise

That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year
All of you will have a problem this year

Before you think of keepin' me down, heatin' me down
Before you try to ruin my reputation or harm me

The flow like water get deep and you drown
My rapping style is complete and can overwhelm you

With no soul, many niggas roll with no gold
Many people live without morality or wealth

Even the small kind got a little black hole
Even the smallest particle has a negative aspect

Your destiny is somethin' you can never figure out
You can never fully predict your future

Niggas is never happy 'til there's blood up in your mouth
People are never satisfied until they cause harm to others

There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There are many people who hurt others, but what gives you the right to condemn them?

There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
There are many people who have died, how can you cope with it?

Live with it, got money you better get with it
Deal with it, if you have money, take advantage of it

My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
My associate was a criminal and went to prison for his actions

Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Be committed to the criminal lifestyle but never bring your family into it

Advice from the wise, slice the pies
Advice from experienced people, divide the money wisely

Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide
Too many ideas lead to conflicts causing failure of goals

Teams provide, war for the street to absorb
Groups provide support, people fight each other for influence

Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor
Money was hidden in the ceiling, while others struggled to make ends meet

Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Only a foolish person will love someone bad for them

Uhh, uhh, uhh
No particular meaning, just sounds

Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
Who wants to shoot a gun?

My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
My gun Desert Ease intimidates rappers

You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You are having nightmares

You still apoligizin', analyzin', my size and your size and
You're still trying to compare yourself to me

Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
Realizing that fighting with bare hands would be foolish

You just pop wines, I must pop nines
You only drink wine, I must use guns

Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
An actual gun, pointed at your mouth

You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
You are scared, we are making a lot of money

We can hook up, all I see is the future
We can work together, I see great opportunity

Disrespect, I shoot ya
If you disrespect me, I will harm you

By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
By the way, we sell drugs weekly

Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Selling it done by people who mix cannabis with cocaine

Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
People are willing to die for money, life is not easy

Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
Striving to win at all costs, experts looking for an opportunity

I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
I am in the mob and about to be fully committed

Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Illegal dealings in Farragut with Arabic individuals

Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Why not conduct business there, they can fit twelve people in a room

Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
Imagine how much they have, and will make you a classic

My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
My first album, it's unhealthy to argue with me

Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
You will get an ulcer or die if you continue to argue

Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
Collapsed lung, look at how many guns I brought

For them homos, still doin' promos
For gay people, still doing promotions

Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'
If I break your legs, you will move slower than before and appear less impressive

Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'
996 grams is not enough, you need more