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Correct Mafia N***z Lyrics
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That god damm dope...yeah hoe yeah hoe(all throught the song) We gotta come like we get down 'n' dirty for our figas, we gotta come like we Be quick to pull back on some triggas, we gotta come you know that devil shit Is still up in us, we mafia niggas, we mafia niggas,(this chourse 1 more time) So that wicked got some shit you bitches neva saw i come wit shakas and they Bumpin now I'll break the law, i cut the air for you breathe, whill im blazin on Theses greens....something anbout trees)..we'll take yo leg all off, you chokin From exhaust, you lost up in the sauce, you stumble against the wall,don't play With lord at all, you didn't listin now you pissin down yo leg and got a gun Against yo head, you know im headin for a bloody ball? im tryin to go for boss, Prepare for all the cops, i got'em possin when i toss it and we'll get 'em all, Im dirty for the calls, bitch don't you hit the balls, i'll lock you bitches in The ice box when it's full of frost, bitch don't you know when i am high i leave A dimplo, cock back this pistol and i'll pop you like a pimpo (pimple), i got The 2, and the stones, in yo home, with the chrome, you alone, and the rest is Very simpo (simple) chourse times Aint no nigga don't play with me, play wit me my nigga im gonna lay ya in the Street, all i came for is cheese, maybe that's hard to belive, im gonna lock Down a load and let yo bitch ass bleed, let y'all know that i came, wit some Shit up my sleeve, know what i mean my nigga it's only just me slit a line down My sleeve? something put some lead in yo heart, it's only the sick shit, don't Get shit started. Now ever scince we came, them hatas don't know where to go, they try to go to They crib, i shot around in there home, im bustin lugas with some lugas do ya Nigga im gonna send some straight through ya screw ya, bout this buisness, bout These boys, bout this witness wit these toys Wit these toys yeah we gotta make the noise when we cock 'em guaranteed to kill 'em rob 'em stop 'em wit a saud off shot gun niggas in the street and, frid up Only dog food? and rockin so much dope the restrooms toxic in the madness it's Like psycotic the last chourse.
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