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As tha mafia rose up from look at tha grave of their brotha//
They all knew that soon it would b anoutha//
All looked down at tha grave stone which labeled R.I.P.//
They all knew about this one they would never see//
The guy on the right was thinkin how he failed Chris//
It was his fault he died and he will b tha one everyone miss//
The person on the left is thinkin how 2 pull of the next drug deal//
But all of them 2 gether are thinkin that this shit cant b real//
It is tha Italian mafia they're family they cant fall apart//
They gonna keep every feelin inside like a Wal-Mart shoppin cart//
Mafia Funiral....
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