I live the life of a hooler, ten pages Turn around and 'em, concrete Buddha We threw 'em in the to loose 'em Streets polluted drugs, salute 'em with thugs
We to sleep on a rug A momma never said, she or hugged us It's us, me and my two sisters I'm too
Plus new bushes .22's up in the bushes We ride, G's Menace to societies the real Fuck a movie, the
We filled with Chinese, essays, niggas, Or go against the police, thugged out Napoleon Grab the milli, my belly, catch new welly Slugs in Pelle Pelle, smell me
Since died It's like the West coast died But Regime be the realest shit alive, or die So am I, nigga you can't tell from the eyes
shot red The gettin' bread from the pies Wise guys cops lay-off to stay off the block drop the Yay off
You off the top Smoke-a-lot popular on the For birds like Nadia Mafia, Mafia
My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to You try to tell it can spell it about respect for God knows you was talking too And the slap
We be the realest in the Rap game Rap-a-lot Mafia, you ain't ready for we got for ya I make a motherfucker ya See, it ain't all about
We run the motherfuckin' in Houston, Texas We and we been rated high Our die When our a fry, bullets fly
some motherfuckin' Blackbirds When we It's and con words Mob
Fuck peace, see all about violence Put that Tek to you silent, you howlin' I'ma creep upon ya, put it on ya (Yeah, who) Drop on ya like they did in Oklahoma
See that Nigga Yuk, look somebody gon' die You could took a try and kiss ass goodbye You be found in your home Nigga, head blown from Chrome Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong
remember me, I'm the one, gon' get ya You pray that God has switched ya Fuckin' with the Mafia, you torn blood from you bitches Nigga what, bustin' in you bitches
You wear you vest, real tight bitch The Mafia gonna put it in you bitch Ain't no motherfucker up The only bitch puttin' it with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia
Niggas wonder why I hang with these thugs 'Cause my nigga Yuk, fuckin' these up Nigga, this rap-a-lot, Mafia I die Because we ride
do or die and .45's 9's Right up between eyes
is gon' die, niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's, to be a killer Fill a nigga, body with the toe when he showed up
Blow up whole motherfuckin' head, quote us And I'ma roll, with my niggas till the fall up the motherfuckin' car And in room we bring the world war
See the Circle piece be the from the 5th Ward Command union, how we do it, how we do it from the roll real, swing wide knock 'em out Double O and Yuk what you talkin' about
See the .45's, see the big Catchin' murder cases, hood Paper chasers with the 98, on steakes Ballin' in the bay the Tek to place
Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug Blisted up, fingers for niggas that start shit Creep this as I part quick, ride fiend, will her with a tint AK's and vest's, born in California, killed in Texas
Oh oh, slow roll here come the po-po's Anything can happen ridin' execution capital E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Yuk We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, ya
We mob figgers, we to the whole world out At 50 states all God After that, we still gon' grind on the To make your motherfuckers
I pop the 9, you pop the 9 And all y'all motherfuckers We gon drive by, we walk up and do niggas out the game We sell 2 shot, and left in the chain
'Cause rap-a-lot Mafia man Is to be fuckin' man who you talk to We if that's what it's brought down to
Off with his motherfuckin' head with the Dead his Hilfiger shirt all real it's motherfucker locked in your spot Shot's will be dropped, right here, now
Paw, niggas all the way down town around town showin' out pounds City after city fuckin' Yours ain't a lot act you know
Capone the city complete assassinater With paper, blow up a shit like sky pagers major, save a whole out of not Stop, if you think your feelin' fin
Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, stop And we did hit the top Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, stop And we did hit the top, mob
I be comin' through rages and thinkin' I pissed off I'm to get my sick off I be trickin' if they trick off All hands about to get off
Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs down Runnin' up on me you feel it, the realest and bound With the nigga called Yuk, we bed and ballin' Feds hollin', bloody bodies no heads and calling your momma nigga
Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga Kick John quicker I the bomb disher Flat the palms, money is in my
our triggers Snypaz be red dot We the Mafia and Yuk sent picture So droppin'
Maybe you speakin', one Kill other, smoke some Po-po's pass to folks Rap-a-lot known from
We put's limits on We hold over bitches Let the whole recognize the realest When bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia
The street's popular Servin' your hood like Say the thing and I'll slaughter ya the Mob, young catch punkin' heads
Wishin' you was dead, in bed the next Nigga did I say, to make these niggas act this way thugs still got me mugs Just to a motherfucker, about where I was
Nothin' but love my thugs Get your 'cause We laugh and when we rich, black and know this spore Nigga this Mafia
You ain't gotta from Crane street, 200 or Circle piece It's all about do you Mafia life Rap-a-lot on the
Recognize the Mob or get you ass on No to ones who oppose We motherfuckers toes And we ain't got a dress code
those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's Waitin' on the next So let's and let's go no sissy niggas survivin'
If you don't come with you got a problem Solve 'em, hit 'em with the .44 Make an of what believe is right before his daughter Exactly like the ordered
Dressin' your up in church clothes You took the shot, that brought the hoe And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' Respect the Mob and Little J and the family