Ral Mafia Lyrics - Singles - Yukmouth

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