Lyrics:
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
fuck with luck
And it's fuck 'em, kill 'em all if they don't fuck with us
Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
Cocaine Mafia, double check
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
[Verse 1]
We getting money got the getting money
My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money
Nigga from tha row get the money
Stick wid it niggas is get
Rap-a-lot mafia's murderous circle
We kill em done, go get your guns
None survive when I scream the die-die
It's the mister from the free time the dumb-dumb
and the rap so good big, c4
See a lotta tapes, but it ain't real
But a fake elevated by the dreams, on a television man I know how you feel
Like a rap in
sign, he's different from all kinds
Rock you all of the time, just form a single line
A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self
A first-grade topic,
R-r-r-r-Rell On The Track
Are you in the Mafia
Am I in the what
Since when some shit a broke nigga say matter
I don't gotta pay her she just put
the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later
It's a Friday you know I got a lot of
Record labels tryin' to sign me
They
Sho' Nuff Records!
Pimp C, U.G.K. Records! Wood Wheel Records you know what I'm talkin' 'bout!?
Rap-A-Lot mafia's behind this one, yeah!!
Wassup J!?
Check I'm back baby
Last year man a had a lot of niggas telling me
That man a gone past swazy
I was busy living life
It was nice taking flights
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
Gold mouth dog, self made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later
It's a Friday you know I got a lot of
Record labels tryin' to sign me
They say
cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
raised on gravy and rice
This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, Super Tight
Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
We got game on loud, bitch you ain't
cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em
fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz
Dessert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz
Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz
What
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
Boy niggas
Thugged Out Milatainment niggas
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggas
What up Prince? My niggas from The Source
My fam, my nigga
acting like we rap
This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
This here reserved for
The real, for real , Rap-A-Lot Mafia Aaaaaahhhhh
It-wa it-wa it wa it was......
It was once said by your man who wouldn't quit
Stop bullshittin'
raised on gravy and rice
This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life, Super Tight
Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
We got game on loud, bitch you ain't
A lot of people ask me
Why I do this
Know what I tell em?
Because I fuckin want to
Now let me start off by sayin I hate these mumble queens
I m
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