I live the life of a hooler, take ten pages   Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha   We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em   Streets polluted with drugs, salute 'em with thugs      We used to sleep on a rug   A momma never said, she loved or hugged us   It's just us, me and my two sisters   I'm too whooshes      Plus new bushes with .22's up in the bushes   We ride, G's   Menace to societies the real shit   Fuck a movie, the village      We filled with Chinese, essays, niggas, Cambodians   Or go against the police, thugged out like Napoleon   Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly   Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me      Since Makaveli died   It's like the West coast shit died   But Regime be the realest shit alive, ride or die   So high am I, nigga you can't tell from the eyes      Blood shot red   The feds gettin' bread from the pies   Wise guys cops risk lay-off to stay off the block   Transportin' drop the Yay off      You paid off the top   Smoke-a-lot popular on the lock   For flippin' birds like Nadia   Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia      My nigga, my nigga, I'm here to say to   You try to tell it can even spell it   It's about respect for God knows you was talking too   And the slap came      We be the realest motherfuckers in the Rap game   Rap-a-lot Mafia, you ain't ready for what we got for ya   I make a motherfucker doctor ya   See, it ain't all about records      We run the motherfuckin' streets in Houston, Texas   We mobilize and we been rated high   Our adversaries die   When our pull a fry, bullets fly      Like some motherfuckin' Blackbirds   When we ride   It's caskets and con words   Mob nigga      Fuck peace, see it's all about violence   Put that Tek to you silent, leave you howlin'   I'ma creep upon ya, I'ma put it on ya   (Yeah, who)   Drop bombs on ya like they did in Oklahoma      See ones that Nigga Yuk, look somebody gon' die   You could took a try and kiss that ass goodbye   You be found in your home Nigga, head blown from that Chrome   Fuck with me, I'm livin' wrong nigga      Nigga remember me, I'm the one, gon' get ya   You better pray that God has switched ya   Fuckin' round with the Mafia, you torn blood from you bitches   Nigga what, bustin' holes in you bitches      You better wear you vest, real tight bitch   The Mafia gonna put it in you life bitch   Ain't no motherfucker stoppin' up   The only bitch puttin' it down with the Mafia, rap-a-lot Mafia      Niggas sure wonder why I hang with these thugs   'Cause my nigga Yuk, fuckin' these niggas up   Nigga, this rap-a-lot, Mafia till I die   Why? Because we ride      Everyday do or die   Riffles and .45's   17-shot 9's   Right up between your eyes      Niggas is gon' die, niggas come from the pound   Hummers and S-S's, born to be a killer   Fill a nigga, body with holes   Head the toe when he showed up      Blow up your whole motherfuckin' head, quote us   And I'ma roll, with my niggas till the wheels fall   Clean up the motherfuckin' car   And in this room we bring the world war      See the Circle piece be the satellite from the 5th Ward   Command union, how we do it, how we do it from the South   Texas roll real, swing wide knock 'em out   Double O and Yuk worldwide what you talkin' about      See the .45's, see the big faces   Catchin' murder cases, hood erasers   Paper chasers with the 98, sittin' on steakes   Ballin' in the bay with the Tek to place      Recognize the Mob bitch, all day this thug shit   Blisted up, trigger fingers for niggas that start shit   Creep this as I part quick, ride dope fiend, will her with a tint   AK's and vest's, born in California, killed down in Texas      Oh oh, slow your roll here come the po-po's   Anything can happen ridin' through execution capital   E-Rock the stupid fo', who's ridin' with this nigga Yuk   We the Mafia, squabble the gun, played out, droppin' ya      We mob figgers, we to take the whole world out   At 50 states all Black God   After that, we still gon' grind on the side   To make your motherfuckers mind      I pop the 9, you pop the 9   And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'   We gon drive by, we walk up and do these niggas out the game   We sell 2 shot, and none left in the chain      'Cause it's rap-a-lot Mafia man   Is to be fuckin' with man   Watch who you talk to   We kill if that's what it's brought down to      Off with his motherfuckin' head with the lead   Dead leave his Hilfiger shirt all real   Said it's motherfucker locked in your spot   Shot's will be dropped, right here, right now      Paw, niggas all the way tugged down town   Ride around town showin' out pounds   City after city fuckin' hoes   Yours ain't a lot act like you know      Capone with the city complete assassinater   With paper, blow up a nigga shit like sky pagers   It's major, save a whole out of not   Stop, if you think your feelin' fin popped      Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't stop   And we did already hit the top   Rap-a-lot can't stop, won't, don't stop   And we did already hit the top, mob      I be comin' through rages and niggas thinkin' I pissed off   I'm itchin' to get my sick off   I be trickin' them if they trick off   All hands about to get kicked off      Nigga I got 'em, fuck up your body when the slugs touch down   Runnin' up on me you feel it, the realest and platinum bound   With the nigga called Yuk, we brakin' bed and ballin'   Feds hollin', bloody bodies with no heads and calling your momma nigga      Yo, who the Mob, feel her, rap-a-lot nigga   Kick that John quicker   I missed the bomb disher   Flat the palms, money is in my figures      With our triggers   Snypaz be red dot niggas   We the Mafia and Yuk sent your picture   So we're droppin'      Maybe you speakin', role one   Kill each other, smoke some   Po-po's pass to folks some   Rap-a-lot Mafia known from      We put's limits on niggas   We hold money over bitches   Let the whole world recognize the realest   When it's bangin' rap-a-lot Mafia      The street's most popular   Servin' your hood like helicopters   Say the wrong thing and I'll slaughter ya   Disrespect the Mob, young catch punkin' heads      Wishin' you was dead, layin in bed the next   Nigga what did I say, to make these niggas act this way   Rich thugs still got me mugs   Just to remind a motherfucker, about where I was      Nothin' but love from my thugs   Get your paper 'cause   We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know this spore   Nigga this rap-a-lot Mafia      You ain't gotta come from Crane street, 200 or Circle piece   It's all about do you believe   Rap-a-lot Mafia life   Rap-a-lot on the streets      Recognize the Mob or get you ass mobbed on   No love to ones who oppose   We taggin' motherfuckers toes   And we ain't even got a dress code      Just those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's   Waitin' on the next goes   So let's roll and let's go   Ain't no sissy niggas survivin'      If you don't come with them you got a problem   Solve 'em, hit 'em with the .44 revolver   Make an amount of what believe is right before his daughter   Exactly like the doctor ordered      Dressin' your homies up in church clothes   You took the shot, that brought the black hoe   And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing   Respect the Mob and Little J and the family name