I live the life of a hooler, ten pages Turn and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha We threw 'em in the to loose 'em Streets with drugs, salute 'em with thugs
We to sleep on a rug A never said, she loved or hugged us It's just us, me and my two I'm too
Plus new with .22's up in the bushes We ride, G's Menace to societies the real a movie, the village
We filled with Chinese, essays, niggas, Or go against the police, out like Napoleon Grab the milli, my belly, catch new welly Slugs in your Pelle, smell me
Since died It's like the West coast died But Regime be the realest alive, ride or die So high am I, nigga you tell from the eyes
Blood red The feds gettin' bread the pies guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the block Transportin' the Yay off
You off the top Smoke-a-lot popular on the For flippin' birds Nadia Mafia, rap-a-lot
My nigga, my nigga, I'm to say to You try to tell it can even it It's about respect for God knows you was too And the slap
We be the realest motherfuckers in the Rap Mafia, you ain't ready for what we got for ya I make a doctor ya See, it ain't all records
We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, We mobilize and we been high Our die When our pull a fry, fly
Like some motherfuckin' we ride It's caskets and con Mob
Fuck peace, see it's all about Put that Tek to you silent, you howlin' I'ma creep upon ya, put it on ya (Yeah, who) bombs on ya like they did in Oklahoma
See ones that Nigga Yuk, somebody gon' die You could took a try and kiss ass goodbye You be found in your home Nigga, head blown from that Fuck with me, I'm livin' nigga
Nigga remember me, I'm the one, get ya You better pray that God has ya Fuckin' round with the Mafia, you torn from you bitches what, bustin' holes in you bitches
You better you vest, real tight bitch The Mafia put it in you life bitch Ain't no stoppin' up The only bitch it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia
sure wonder why I hang with these thugs 'Cause my Yuk, fuckin' these niggas up Nigga, this rap-a-lot, till I die Why? we ride
do or die and .45's 9's Right up your eyes
is gon' die, niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's, to be a killer Fill a nigga, body holes Head the toe when he up
Blow up your whole head, quote us And I'ma roll, with my niggas till the wheels Clean up the car And in this room we the world war
See the piece be the satellite from the 5th Ward Command union, how we do it, how we do it the South Texas roll real, swing wide 'em out Double O and Yuk worldwide you talkin' about
See the .45's, see the big Catchin' cases, hood erasers Paper chasers with the 98, on steakes in the bay with the Tek to place
Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug up, trigger fingers for niggas that start shit Creep this as I part quick, ride dope fiend, her with a tint and vest's, born in California, killed down in Texas
Oh oh, your roll here come the po-po's Anything can happen ridin' through execution E-Rock the stupid fo', who's with this nigga Yuk We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, ya
We mob figgers, we to take the whole out At 50 all Black God After that, we still gon' grind on the To your motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9 And all motherfuckers dyin' We gon drive by, we up and do these niggas out the game We sell 2 shot, and none left in the
'Cause it's rap-a-lot man Is to be with man who you talk to We kill if that's what it's down to
Off with his motherfuckin' head the lead Dead leave his shirt all real it's motherfucker locked in your spot Shot's be dropped, right here, right now
Paw, all the way tugged down town Ride around town out pounds City city fuckin' hoes Yours ain't a lot act you know
with the city complete assassinater With paper, blow up a nigga like sky pagers major, save a whole out of not Stop, if you think feelin' fin popped
can't stop, won't, don't stop And we did hit the top Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't And we did hit the top, mob
I be comin' through and niggas thinkin' I pissed off I'm itchin' to get my off I be trickin' them if trick off All hands to get kicked off
Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the touch down Runnin' up on me you feel it, the and platinum bound the nigga called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin' Feds hollin', bloody bodies with no heads and calling momma nigga
Yo, who the Mob, her, rap-a-lot nigga that John quicker I missed the bomb the palms, money is in my figures
With our Snypaz be red dot We the Mafia and Yuk your picture So we're
Maybe you speakin', one each other, smoke some Po-po's pass to some Rap-a-lot known from
We limits on niggas We hold money bitches Let the whole world recognize the When it's bangin' rap-a-lot
The street's popular your hood like helicopters Say the wrong and I'll slaughter ya Disrespect the Mob, young punkin' heads
Wishin' you was dead, in bed the next Nigga what did I say, to make niggas act this way Rich thugs got me mugs to remind a motherfucker, about where I was
Nothin' but love my thugs Get your 'cause We laugh and drink when we rich, black and this spore Nigga this Mafia
You ain't gotta come from street, 200 or Circle piece It's all about do you Rap-a-lot Mafia Rap-a-lot on the
Recognize the Mob or get you ass on No love to ones who We taggin' motherfuckers And we ain't even got a code
Just those, 1000 in front of Expo's Waitin' on the next So let's and let's go Ain't no sissy survivin'
If you don't come with them you got a Solve 'em, hit 'em the .44 revolver Make an amount of what believe is right before his like the doctor ordered
Dressin' your homies up in clothes You took the shot, brought the black hoe And that's cold, but that's the thing Respect the Mob and Little J and the family