Mafia musik n#gg#
You know what it’s hittin’ on (gang gang)
Live and direct (p#ss#)
f#ck all these b#tchass rappers out here (og we on go)
You know, the real gon’ stand up
We stand on y’all chest with these b#tches (grra)
{?} slanging, dope selling, you know, this the street life, ya heard me? it’s wicked outchea
Get it how you live n#gg#
In the streets, i ran through a bunch of bangers
These n#gg#s try to play with me, i had to stank ’em
Runnin’ up them bands, and go and stash ’em
I’m clutchin’ on a glock and that b#tch {?}, that b#tch got .30 hanging out the bottom, clutching this choppa too
You move wrong then i’ma pop at you (*gunshots sfx*)
You move wrong then i’ma drop your crew (*gunshots sfx*, grra grra grra)
You move wrong, this what i gotta do
n#gg#s be {?} like thеy really wit it
Like they rеally live it
Like they really drilling
Like they really killing
Pour up a five, man you know i be sippin’
Clutchin’ my pistol, you know i’ma zip ’em
In the street life, i {?} thuggin’ in these streets, never catch ’em slippin’, i’m clutchin’ on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don’t sleep until a n#gg# deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it’s either you or me, and you gon’ die, ’cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon’ get zipped, if you rat on me
In the street life, i {?} thuggin’ in these streets, never catch ’em slippin’, i’m clutchin’ on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don’t sleep until a n#gg# deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it’s either you or me, and you gon’ die, ’cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon’ get zipped, if you rat on me
I remember trappin’ out the bando, where the roaches at
Two guns at a time, when it was real n#gg# was {?}
The police pull up, we dig in and gotta throw the straps
And i ain’t throwin’ tabs i gotta throw ’em back, this how i’m livin’
Water whippin’ chickens, break them down to {plenty?}
Articulate with the semi, i ain’t {?} get me, when i’m hittin’ ain’t no tryn to miss you, b#tch i’m tryna get you
You know i’ma zip it
Smoking feelings, reminiscing ’bout me stressing ’bout my n#gg#s
And all they killers
I gotta kill ’em
In the street life, i {?} thuggin’ in these streets, never catch ’em slippin’, i’m clutchin’ on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don’t sleep until a n#gg# deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it’s either you or me, and you gon’ die, ’cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon’ get zipped, if you rat on me
In the street life, i {?} thuggin’ in these streets, never catch ’em slippin’, i’m clutchin’ on my heat
In the street life, no play no games, come to beef then i don’t sleep until a n#gg# deceased
In the street life, you play for keeps, it’s either you or me, and you gon’ die, ’cause i got family to feed
In the street life, you thug or you police, you gon’ get zipped, if you rat on me
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