Текст (слова) песни: Yukmouth - Ral Mafia

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

Its just us, me and my two sisters

Im too whooshes

Plus new bushes

With .22s up in the bushes

We ride, gs

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, its like the westcoast shit died

But rgime be the realest shit alive

Ride or die

So high am i, nigga you cant 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

Im here to say to

You try to tell it

Can even spell it

Its 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 aint ready for what we got for ya

I make a motherfucker doctor ya

See, it aint 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

Its caskets and con words

Mob nigga

Verse 3:

[t.l.t of the ghetto twiinz]

Fuck peace

See its all about violence

Put that tek to you silent

Leave you howlin

Ima creep upon ya (yeah)

Ima 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, Im livin wrong nigga

[t.l.t of the ghetto twiinz]

Nigga remember me

Im 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

Aint 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 .45s

17-shot 9s

Right up between your eyes

Niggas is gon die

Niggas come from the pound

Hummers and s-ss

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 ima 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 .45s, 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

Aks and vests

Born in california, killed down in texas

Ohoh, slow your roll here come the po-pos

Anything can happen ridin through execution capital

E-rock the stupid fo, whos ridin with this nigga yuk

We the mafia, squabble the gun

Played out, droppin ya

Verse 7:

[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 yall 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 its rap-a-lot mafia man

Is to be fuckin with man

Watch who you talk to

We kill

If thats what its brought down to

Verse 8:

[capone of facemob]

Off with his motherfuckin head with the lead

Dead leave his hilfiger shirt all real

Said its motherfucker locked in your spot

Shots 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 aint a lot act like you know

Capone with the city complete assassinater

With paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers

Its major, save a whole out of not

Stop, if you think your feelin fin popped

Rap-a-lot cant stop, wont, dont stop

And we did already hit the top

Rap-a-lot cant stop, wont, dont stop

And we did already hit the top

Mob

Verse 9:

[lil chylla of the snypaz]

I be comin through rages

And niggas thinkin I pissed off

Im 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

[lil chylla of the snypaz]

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

[2-4 of the snypaz]

With our triggers

Snypaz be red dot niggas

We the mafia and yuk sent your picture

So were droppin

[lil chylla of the snypaz]

Maybe you speakin

Role one

Kill each other, smoke some

Po-pos pass to folks some

Rap-a-lot mafia known from

Verse 10:

[? ? ]

We puts limits on niggas

We hold money over bitches

Let the whole world recognize the realest

When its bangin rap-a-lot mafia

The streets most popular

Servin your hood like helicopters

Say the wrong thing and Ill 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 muggs

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

Interlude:

[j prince]

You aint gotta come from cranestreet

200 or circlepiece

Its all about do you believe

Rap-a-lot mafia life

Rap-a-lot on the streets

Verse 11:

[scarface of the geto boys]

Recognize the mob or get you ass mobbed on

No love to ones who oppose

We taggin motherfuckers toes

And we aint even got a dresscode

Just those, 1000 niggas infront of expos

Waitin on the next goes

So lets roll and lets go

Aint no sissy niggas survivin

If you dont 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 thats cold, but thats the motherfuckin thing

Respect the mob and little j and the family name

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» Yukmouth - Money & Power
» Yukmouth - Still Ballin
» Yukmouth - Bumbell
» Yukmouth - Thugged Out
» Yukmouth - Oh Boy
» Yukmouth - City of Dope
» Yukmouth - Do Yo Thug Thang
» Yukmouth - Sad Millionaire
» Yukmouth - Sacrafice My Life
» Yukmouth - Ice Cream Man
» Yukmouth - Ral Mafia
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» Yukmouth - Still Ballin (Remix)
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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 - Ral Mafia 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 Its just us, me and my two sisters Im too whooshes Plus new bushes With .22s up in the bushes We ride, gs 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, its like the westcoast shit died But rgime be the realest shit alive Ride or die So high am i, nigga you cant 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 Im here to say to You try to tell it Can even spell it Its 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 aint ready for what we got for ya I make a motherfucker doctor ya See, it aint 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 Its caskets and con words Mob nigga Verse 3: [t.l.t of the ghetto twiinz] Fuck peace See its all about violence Put that tek to you silent Leave you howlin Ima creep upon ya (yeah) Ima 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, Im livin wrong nigga [t.l.t of the ghetto twiinz] Nigga remember me Im 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 Aint 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 .45s 17-shot 9s Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and s-ss 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 ima 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 .45s, 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 Aks and vests Born in california, killed down in texas Ohoh, slow your roll here come the po-pos Anything can happen ridin through execution capital E-rock the stupid fo, whos ridin with this nigga yuk We the mafia, squabble the gun Played out, droppin ya Verse 7: [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 yall 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 its rap-a-lot mafia man Is to be fuckin with man Watch who you talk to We kill If thats what its brought down to Verse 8: [capone of facemob] Off with his motherfuckin head with the lead Dead leave his hilfiger shirt all real Said its motherfucker locked in your spot Shots 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 aint a lot act like you know Capone with the city complete assassinater With paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers Its major, save a whole out of not Stop, if you think your feelin fin popped Rap-a-lot cant stop, wont, dont stop And we did already hit the top Rap-a-lot cant stop, wont, dont stop And we did already hit the top Mob Verse 9: [lil chylla of the snypaz] I be comin through rages And niggas thinkin I pissed off Im 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 [lil chylla of the snypaz] 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 [2-4 of the snypaz] With our triggers Snypaz be red dot niggas We the mafia and yuk sent your picture So were droppin [lil chylla of the snypaz] Maybe you speakin Role one Kill each other, smoke some Po-pos pass to folks some Rap-a-lot mafia known from Verse 10: [? ? ] We puts limits on niggas We hold money over bitches Let the whole world recognize the realest When its bangin rap-a-lot mafia The streets most popular Servin your hood like helicopters Say the wrong thing and Ill 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 muggs 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 Interlude: [j prince] You aint gotta come from cranestreet 200 or circlepiece Its all about do you believe Rap-a-lot mafia life Rap-a-lot on the streets Verse 11: [scarface of the geto boys] Recognize the mob or get you ass mobbed on No love to ones who oppose We taggin motherfuckers toes And we aint even got a dresscode Just those, 1000 niggas infront of expos Waitin on the next goes So lets roll and lets go Aint no sissy niggas survivin If you dont 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 thats cold, but thats the motherfuckin thing Respect the mob and little j and the family name Нравится песня? 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