Songtexte:
La Mafia Let It Be

Let it be Let it be, Let it be Let it be , Let it be Sabiamente dice Let it be Let it be, Let it be Let it be , Let it be Sabiamente dice Let it be

real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night

murda, murda, murda [Krayzie] Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called

Chest It B That Cash Money Piece Cold Restin The Dead Cash Money Bitch. Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch. It B That Cash Money Bitch. Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch It

you cant get over it So high you cant get over it So low thats why i'm holding it So low thats why i'm holding it Boss up A real soldier learn to

it in they grill Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson It's 2010, how the fuck we get six

fuck hoes Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers Never held a heater until you had someone take your picture Looking invincible with it, you did it for glory Some did it

you frown I'm Bout It, Bout It, leavin' you drown and will You try to explain, when you know you been crossed So I'ma let the AK talk, like when a buster

until one motha fucka fuck with em And then all hell break loose Hook (2) Quiet niggas will kill Loud niggas talk shit Them be the ones that get killed It