Текст (слова) песни: Yukmouth f Rap-A-Lot Family - RAL Mafia

[Yukmouth]
I live the life of a hoodlum
Take ten paces, 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

[Willie D]
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

[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

[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

[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

[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
We the Mafia, squabble the gun
Played out, droppin` ya

[Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz]
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

[Capone of FaceMob]
Off with his motherfuckin` head with the lead
Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all red
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

[Lil` Chylla of the Snypaz]
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

[2-4 of the Snypaz]
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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Yukmouth f Rap-A-Lot Family - RAL Mafia [Yukmouth] I live the life of a hoodlum Take ten paces, 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 [Willie D] 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 [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 [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 [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 [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 We the Mafia, squabble the gun Played out, droppin` ya [Lo-Life of the 5th Ward Boyz] 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 [Capone of FaceMob] Off with his motherfuckin` head with the lead Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all red 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 [Lil` Chylla of the Snypaz] 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 [2-4 of the Snypaz] 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 Нравится песня? 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