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Utwór: Mama's family

  • wykonawca: Mia X
  • wyświetleń: 1033


     [Mia X]
  I'm mama superior, bitches recognize
  Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I"
  I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped
  With dums dums baby, but you don't want none
  Six sons indeed, they be The Baddest
  Most Criminal, Serv-On and The Camoflauge Assassin
  Actin up always bullets bringin tears
  But you best not say shit about my kids, or you gets did
  Lit up like Christmas trees
  Wanna be mommy's understand who I am, the biggest of all
  Runs my household and holds down your block
  Open up shop, don't make me knock
  Your dick in the dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products
  Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys
  Yeah, we bout some funky noise
  Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys, this is mama's family
  
  [Fiend]
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click (Mama Mia)
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click
  
  [Fiend]
  With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em
  And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em
  Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper
  Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks
  Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate
  Fuck the money rate when I was hungry as a Hatian
  Mama may I forever stay high (fa sho), for safe keepin
  Stay fiendin baby, cause I'm more devil then human being
  Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing
  Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning
  The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more
  Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor
  Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone
  The Pope, come get it badder Fiend, now tell me the war zone
  Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam
  Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend
  
  [KLC]
  I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone
  Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is)
  As long as she wants it to be there, bitch ass niggas beware
  The spot where your standing I really wouldn't want to be there
  Now see there, KL don't back down
  My little brother's a pair, standin straight over there
  I get respect like Elliot Ness, so how you figure
  Old punk ass, broke ass, bitch ass niggas
  I brings drama like you spit on my mama
  And before you think to steppin best done pause like a comma
  Cause I done lays niggas down flat like that
  Bitch on your stomach or back
  So I don't wanna hear no bullshit
  About my brothers that I roll with and my brothers that I pull hoes with
  Cause it's a blessing to get this ass whoopin and a lesson
  Now come and get this real session
  Lesson one, never fuck with my mama or brothers
  Two, buckshots flyin as we burn another
  To the motherfuckin three, get somewhere when I get there
  To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair
  Motherfuckers been in benches
  I'm pushin a forty thousand dollar machine sittin on fuckin twenty inches
  All paid out without a doubt
  We rumble like the Bronx, and a bag that'll blow your fuckin back out
  So mama I wanna get into some gangsta shit
  But they don't wanna get into no gangsta shit
  They all played out and they can't say shit
  That's all I gotta say now mama that's it
  
  [Kane & Abel]
  Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied
  Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus,
  homocide grease it hotter then peppermint
  Fuck scimilac, mama fi'n to jack
  Mama taught me how to cook crack, if niggas bangin too then bang back
  Cause that, I keep my gat close to hand,
  niggas stuntin like Jackie Chan
  I fill em with lead, leave em dead,
  with they hand lookin like an autopan
  For Christmas my list consists of nina
  Two masks, two glocks with extra clips and my favorite street sweeper
  Look ma, I'm bout to bang this nigga, this fuckin pussy eater
  Goin up my jaws, with breakin laws
  Robbin niggas out they rocks at the bus stop, leave em standin in they
  drawers
  Keep them hoes on all fours
  Test me, you must be on them rocks like Pooky
  Best learn the facts of life like Tootie
  If we was in the penn nigga put it on your bootie
  I used to watch cartoons while I'm breakin out keys in the backroom
  At the table, boom, ten G's for little Kane, ten G's for Abel
  Twin thugs down south, mama said knock you out
  
  [Mr. Serv-On]
  Congratulations, it's blood relations
  Mama done gave birth to a brand new baby killer
  Pass that nine rattlemiller nigga
  Addicted to lead, fuck breasts, I was gun fed
  Misled by Uncle Boz and Uncle Ed (family ties)
  No beds so you can toss this dead bodys the smell born in hell
  Mr. Bavgate, Mr. No Limit affiliate, Mr. retaliate
  With a twelve gauge and a handshake
  The baddest motherfucker east of the Mississippi
  I'll bang ya for every letter in Kansas City
  I can't spell, so Lord forgive me
  Fuck goin to movies, she took me gun battles
  And hid her dope in the baby rattle
  Ain't no reg and nice meal and apple juice, kept my bowels loose
  For my first birthday she gave a nigga a duece duece
  So sincerely mama's number one, blast one for your oath of son
  So now I lay me down to sleep
  Fuck em, this family'll never live in peace
  So if I bang one I hang one, mama's oldest son, nina
  
  [Mac]
  Dear mama, the youngest of us, bust quickly
  Assassin, flashin in soldier fashion with the army action
  Below the seas where the warm air breeze
  Murder is desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China
  Macadon put you on like reflon, them fake niggas get they rep on
  I stack money like the Orientals, what's up to all them niggas that I'm kin to
  To make a meal I'm bent to, mama said the rent's due
  What's happenin, put them thug niggas on the map and
  I represent like it's my first time rapping
  What's the deal, keep it real and then real
  The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses
  Buckin at the ambulances to my foes
  Shots to his nose, I make sho' the casket is closed
  The family's tight like ham and cheese
  Once again I'm camofluage yall
  
  [Fiend]
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click with my new nine
  May I do mine
  Represent my No Limit click
  

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