Yukmouth Ral Mafia lyrics

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Ral Mafia by Yukmouth Ral Mafia lyrics I live the life of a hooler, take ten pages Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha 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 Napoleon Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me Since Makaveli died It's like the West coast shit died But Regime 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 Wise guys 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 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 Rap game 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 Fuck peace, see it's all about violence Put that Tek to you silent, leave you howlin' I'ma creep upon ya, I'ma put it on ya (Yeah, who) Drop bombs on ya like they did in Oklahoma 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 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 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 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 See the Circle piece 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 O 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 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 dope fiend, will her with a tint AK's and vest's, born in California, killed down in Texas Oh oh, 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 We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, droppin' ya We mob figgers, we to take the whole world out At 50 states all Black God After that, we still gon' grind on the side To make your motherfuckers mind I pop the 9, you pop the 9 And all y'all motherfuckers dyin' We gon drive by, we walk up and do these niggas out the game We sell 2 shot, and none left in the chain 'Cause it's rap-a-lot Mafia man Is to be fuckin' with man Watch who you talk to We kill if that's what it's brought down to Off with his motherfuckin' head with the lead Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all real Said it's motherfucker locked in your spot Shot's will be dropped, right here, right now Paw, niggas all the way tugged down town Ride around town showin' out pounds City after city fuckin' hoes Yours ain't a lot act like you know Capone with the city complete assassinater With paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers It's major, save a whole out of not Stop, if you think your feelin' fin popped Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't stop And we did already hit the top Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't stop And we did already hit the top, mob I be comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off I'm itchin' to get my sick off I be trickin' them if they trick off All hands about to get kicked off Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs touch down Runnin' up on me you feel it, the realest and platinum bound With the nigga called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin' Feds hollin', bloody bodies with no heads and calling your momma nigga Yo, who the Mob, feel her, rap-a-lot nigga Kick that John quicker I missed the bomb disher Flat the palms, money is in my figures With our triggers Snypaz be red dot niggas We the Mafia and Yuk sent your picture So we're droppin' Maybe you speakin', role one Kill each other, smoke some Po-po's pass to folks some Rap-a-lot Mafia known from We put's limits on niggas We hold money over bitches Let the whole world recognize the realest When it's bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia The street's most popular Servin' your hood like helicopters Say the wrong thing and I'll slaughter ya Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin' heads Wishin' you was dead, layin in bed the next Nigga what did I say, to make these niggas act this way Rich thugs still got me mugs Just to remind a motherfucker, about where I was Nothin' but love from my thugs Get your paper 'cause We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know this spore Nigga this rap-a-lot Mafia You ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle piece It's all about do you believe Rap-a-lot Mafia life Rap-a-lot on the streets Recognize the Mob or get you ass mobbed on No love to ones who oppose We taggin' motherfuckers toes And we ain't even got a dress code Just those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's Waitin' on the next goes So let's roll and let's go Ain't no sissy niggas survivin' If you don't come with them you got a problem Solve 'em, hit 'em with the .44 revolver Make an amount of what believe is right before his daughter Exactly like the doctor ordered Dressin' your homies up in church clothes You took the shot, that brought the black hoe And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing Respect the Mob and Little J and the family name


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