Lyrics:
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
KXNG CROOKED, Eastside, Long Beach, California
My name is KXNG CROOKED
I snap on you rappers often
When I'm spazzin' I'm just gettin' my
So an L never new to me
Fell into the foolery
Your favorite rapper in the back
Well move let the students see
I can tell it's all an act
I can
so i guess your shit cost a nickel
Cooking this shit in da kitchen that's just how i'm living
I pull up the windows is tinted
Fucking with Mafia
with it
How could you ever?
How could you amount to not
Having amounts of dollars?
I would holler at ya, your
Girl would say "Hi!", and
She would pass by
Watch it! WAR-NING!
Aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo, aiyy yo!
I had to figure out a way to touch 'em
Expose the money and hoes had to rush 'em
Six by nine
the ghetto, yeah
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the nine five
With the all new GimiSum Family, bring it to your doo,r fool
'Til it
Some will be your favorites
But only one of us is HowToBasic
It's a bird, it's a plane
The sky's gonna fall
Psych! I'm Mary Poppins, y'all
Parachute
Kingston on the smackdown
Get me out the house haunted
Bruce Lee I don't tap out
Tell me like this don't tell me like that
Don't spell my name unless it come
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
Man, what?
Yeah, uh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s land, y'all
Where loyalty is everything
The M.A.F.I.A forgives but never forgets
Huh, let me tell you
You just liked to hear it fall
Off your tongue
But I remember my name
In your mouth
And I don't think I was done
Hearing it close to my
definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your sweet embrace
So I will hold my head up to the sky
There’s no looking back
No matter how hard I
At the mafia house a stakeout
Why don't you take out his family and head count
Why would I fuck with these niggas who don't keep it G?
Why I need friends? All
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
I'm stickin' in my background
Diggin' up a hole for you to make your move
But no longer will I feed your ego
Let's play house
Engine, engine
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
Mafia
I'm shootin shit up like a dope fiend
Put a hole in your head like a dolphin
I'm putting holes in one, no golfing
Leave his ass dead, where
the house?
When you see me at awards or a popular place
I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face
Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
your feelings aside
You won't never make it out
Cause you still in your pride
I ain't never had shit but I'm willing to try it
Told myself in 08 ima
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
on the wall
Before you talk some old muthafuckin' shit
Bitch, it's whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka
For the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, mafia, mafi
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