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Viewing Lyrics for Mafia N***z:
| | | Artist: | Three 6 Mafia |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Mafia N***z | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 5 | | | | Lyrics: | 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 ill 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,dont 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 dont you hit the balls, i'll lock you
bitches in
the ice box when its full of frost, bitch dont 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 dont play with me, play wit me my nigga im
gonna lay ya in the
street, all i came for is cheese, maybe thats 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 its only just me slit a line down
my sleeve? something
put some lead in yo heart, its only the sick shit, dont
get shit started.
now ever
scince we came, them hatas dont 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 its
like psycotic
the last chourse. | | | |
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