Link Time Hoe

36 Mafia

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    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 simple (simple)

    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.

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    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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