Verse 1: [Yukmouth] I live the life of a hooler Take ten pages Turn around and shoot 'em Concrete Budda We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em Streets polluted with drugs Salute 'em with thugs We used to Sleep on a rug A momma never said she loved Or hugged us It's just us, me and my two sisters I'm too whooshes Plus new bushes With .22's up in the bushes We ride, G's Menace to societies The real shit Fuck a movie, the village We filled with Chinese Essays, Niggas, Cambodians Or go against the police Thugged Out like Napolean Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me Since Makaveli died, it's like the Westcoast shit died But Rйgime be the realest shit alive Ride or die So high am I, Nigga you can't tell from the eyes Blood shot red The feds gettin' bread from the pies Wiseguys cops risk lay-off to stay off the block Transportin' drop the Yay off You paid off the top Smoke-A-Lot popular on the lock For flippin' birds like Nadia Mafia, Rap-A-Lot Mafia
Verse 2: [Willie D of the Geto Boys] My Nigga, my Nigga I'm here to say to You try to tell it Can even spell it It's about respect For God knows you was talking too And the slap came We be the realest motherfuckers in the Rapgame Rap-A-Lot Mafia, you ain't ready for what we got for ya I make a motherfucker doctor ya See, it ain't all about records We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, Texas We mobilize and we been rated high Our adversaries die, when our pull a fry, bullets fly Like some motherfuckin' Blackbirds When we ride It's caskets and con words Mob Nigga
Verse 3: [T.L.T of the Ghetto Twiinz] Fuck peace See it's all about violence Put that Tek to you silent Leave you howlin I'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, look Somebody gon die You could took a try And kiss that ass goodbye You be found in your home Nigga Head blown from that Chrome Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong Nigga
[T.L.T of the Ghetto Twiinz] Nigga remember me I'm the one, gon get ya You better pray that God has switched ya Fuckin' round with the Mafia You torn blood from you bitches Nigga what Bustin holes in you bitches
[Mz. G.B. of the Ghetto Twiinz] You better wear you vest, real tight bitch The Mafia gonna put it in you life bitch Ain't no motherfucker stoppin' up The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia Rap-A-Lot Mafia
Verse 4: [DMG of FaceMob] Niggas sure wonder why I hang with these thugs Cause my Nigga Yuk fuckin' these Niggas up Nigga, this Rap-A-Lot, Mafia till I die Why? Because we ride Everyday do or die Riffles and .45's 17-shot 9's Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's Born to be a killer Fill a Nigga Body with holes Head the toe when he showed up Blow up your whole motherfuckin' head, quote us And I'ma roll, with my Niggas till the wheels fall Clean up the motherfuckin' car And in this room we bring the world war
Verse 5: [007 of the 5th Ward Boyz] See the Circlepiece be the satellite From the 5th Ward Command union, how we do it, how we do it From the South Texas roll real, swing wide knock 'em out Double "0" and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about See the .45's, see the big faces Catchin' murder cases, hood erasers Paper chasers With the 98, sittin' on steakes Ballin' in the bay with the Tek to place
Verse 6: [E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz] Recognize the Mob bitch All day this thug shit Blisted up, trigger fingers for Niggas that start shit Creep this as I part quick Ride dopefiend, will her with a tint AK's and vest's Born in California, killed down in Texas Ohoh, slow your roll here come the po-po's Anything can happen ridin' through execution capital E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this Nigga Yuk
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