Текст песни YUKMOUTH - RAL Mafia, слова песни YUKMOUTH

Текст песни YUKMOUTH - RAL Mafia

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Текст песни YUKMOUTH - RAL Mafia

Verse 1:[Yukmouth]I live the life of a hooler Take ten pages Turn around and shoot 'emConcrete BuddaWe threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em( )Streets polluted with drugsSalute 'em with thugsWe used toSleep on a rugA momma never said she lovedOr hugged usIt's just us, me and my two sistersI'm too whooshesPlus new bushesWith .22's up in the bushesWe ride, G'sMenace to societiesThe real shitFuck a movie, the villageWe filled with ChineseEssays, Niggas, CambodiansOr go against the policeThugged Out like NapoleanGrab the milli, from my belly, catch new wellySlugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell meSince Makaveli died, it's like the Westcoast shit died But RЁ¦gime be the realest shit aliveRide or dieSo high am I, Nigga you can't tell from the eyesBlood shot redThe feds gettin' bread from the piesWiseguys cops risk lay-off to stay off the blockTransportin' drop the Yay offYou paid off the topSmoke-A-Lot popular on the lockFor flippin' birds like NadiaMafia, Rap-A-Lot MafiaVerse 2:[Willie D of the Geto Boys]My Nigga, my NiggaI'm here to say toYou try to tell itCan even spell itIt's about respectFor God knows you was talking tooAnd the slap cameWe be the realest motherfuckers in the RapgameRap-A-Lot Mafia, you ain't ready for what we got for yaI make a motherfucker doctor yaSee, it ain't all about recordsWe run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, TexasWe mobilize and we been rated highOur adversaries die, when our pull a fry, bullets flyLike some motherfuckin' BlackbirdsWhen we rideIt's caskets and con wordsMob NiggaVerse 3:[T.L.T of the Ghetto Twiinz]Fuck peaceSee it's all about violencePut that Tek to you silentLeave you howlinI'ma creep upon ya (Yeah)I'ma put it on ya (Who)Drop bombs on ya like they did in Oklahoma[Mz. G.B. of the Ghetto Twiinz]See ones that Nigga Yuk, lookSomebody gon dieYou could took a tryAnd kiss that ass goodbyeYou be found in your home NiggaHead blown from that ChromeFuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga[T.L.T of the Ghetto Twiinz]Nigga remember meI'm the one, gon get yaYou better pray that God has switched yaFuckin' round with the MafiaYou torn blood from you bitchesNigga whatBustin holes in you bitches[Mz. G.B. of the Ghetto Twiinz]You better wear you vest, real tight bitchThe Mafia gonna put it in you life bitch Ain't no motherfucker stoppin' upThe only bitch puttin' it down with the MafiaRap-A-Lot MafiaVerse 4:[DMG of FaceMob]Niggas sure wonder why I hang with these thugsCause my Nigga Yuk fuckin' these Niggas upNigga, this Rap-A-Lot, Mafia till I dieWhy? Because we rideEveryday do or dieRiffles and .45's17-shot 9'sRight up between your eyesNiggas is gon dieNiggas come from the poundHummers and S-S'sBorn to be a killerFill a NiggaBody with holesHead the toe when he showed upBlow up your whole motherfuckin' head, quote usAnd I'ma roll, with my Niggas till the wheels fallClean up the motherfuckin' carAnd in this room we bring the world warVerse 5:[007 of the 5th Ward Boyz]See the Circlepiece be the satellite>From the 5th WardCommand union, how we do it, how we do it>From the SouthTexas roll real, swing wide knock 'em outDouble ";0"; and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' aboutSee the .45's, see the big facesCatchin' murder cases, hood erasersPaper chasersWith the 98, sittin' on steakesBallin' in the bay with the Tek to placeVerse 6:[E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz]Recognize the Mob bitchAll day this thug shitBlisted up, trigger fingers for Niggas that start shitCreep this as I part quickRide dopefiend, will her with a tintAK's and vest'sBorn in California, killed down in TexasOhoh, slow your roll here come the po-po'sAnything can happen ridin' through execution capitalE-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga YukWe the Mafia, squabble the gunPlayed out, droppin' yaVerse 7:[Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz]We mob figgersWe to take the whole world out At 50 states all Black GodAfter that, we still gon grind on the sideTo make your motherfuckers mindI pop the 9, you pop the 9And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'We gon drive byWe walk up and do these Niggas out the gameWe sell 2 shot, and none left in the chainCause it's Rap-A-Lot Mafia manIs to be fuckin' with manWatch who you talk to We killIf that's what it's brought down toVerse 8:[Capone of FaceMob]Off with his motherfuckin' head with the leadDead leave his Hilfiger shirt all realSaid it's motherfucker locked in your spotShot's will be dropped, right here, right nowPaw, Niggas all the way tugged downTownRide around town showin' outPoundsCity after city fuckin' hoesYours ain't a lot act like you knowCapone with the city complete assassinaterWith paper, blow up a Nigga shit like sky pagersIt's major, save a whole out of notStop, if you think your feelin' fin poppedRap-A-Lot can't stop, won't, don't stopAnd we did already hit the topRap-A-Lot can't stop, won't, don't stopAnd we did already hit the topMobVerse 9:[Lil' Chylla of the Snypaz]I be comin' through ragesAnd Niggas thinkin' I pissed offI'm itchin' to get my sick off

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