Somebody made me an offer and I accepted
Forever indebted to rep it
Love, honor, and respect it
But his image was different than what his character reflected
Word is he's seven-thirty, his hands never dirty
All I know is this so called psycho never hurt me
Took me down to Tiff's, shopping sprees on Fifth
With enough dough that could be carried out on forklifts
Earned his trust, together 'til we turned to dust
Until his theory disintegrated and burned the crust
What? What?

Death to a soft heart, that's what I vow to you
Love-wise, I'd bow to you, amazed at how it's true
Talk codes on our phone just to remind you
That I'm behind you, the Feds won't find you

Relax, my love
The love I have for you is like the mafia
For you, I'd testify
I'd lie for you of course
Since my love is like the mafia
And for you, I will fight

Mister and missus, but I wonder where the bliss is
Sealed in blood and Corleone kisses
The shit I witnessed would give a bitch morning sickness
Decomposed bodies thrown in the ditches
As for snitches, ain't nothing lower than that
Get pinched to squeal on your fam make you low as a rat
Got capos for flaming at those
Lame-ass hoes, so you know next time, keep your trap closed

What would you doubt for? I'd never lie to you
Of course, I'd die for you, I'd be your eye for you
My love, rest assured, I'll raise our sons for you
I'll save our ones for you, load up your guns for you

Relax my love
The love I have for you is like the mafia
For you, I'd testify
I'd lie for you, of course
Since my love is like the mafia
And for you, I will fight

Relax, my love
The love I have for you is like the mafia
For you, I'd testify
I'd lie for you, of course
Since my love is like the mafia
And for you I will fight

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Writer(s): Chad Hugo, Donald Shaw, Fitzroy Ogilvie Simpson, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Markita Jewan Ferguson, Pharrell Williams