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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