-9, 9's to your head ho (Mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya, mafia, mafia, mafi-ya, ya) Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch Evergreen gats have got these
I don't pay for nothin' at all I even get free dutches at the corner store Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak Babs Bunny the black jet queen
shut up I'm cool with it Doctor, Jurassic IV raptor Wrap your head in a gorge in trenches where rats crawl It's mine that's yours, my gun is bisexual
dawn leaving bodies numb with my gun shoot I'll tell ya I's on that blow Prophet Posse with me hoe or with Tear da Club up Thugs weapons like a GI Joe
I'm cool with it Doctor Jurassic four rap tour wrap your Head in a gorging in trenches where rats crawl It's mine (brrrr) that's yours Mine gun is bisexual
I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G? That must be Bugsy, in the black
no limit soldiers I thought I told ya We no limit soldiers (c-murder) I'm a muthafucking no limit soldier It's a mystery (what) How us young black thugs
to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black
's to your head ho (Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya) Juicy J: Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any kinda gun bitch Evergreen gats have got these
like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don?t bust back, because I shoot first Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I?m
in this bitch Ya diiiig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back because I shoot firrrrrst [Lil Wayne] Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm
for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggaz I might pull out this gun
watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun
voice Niggaz start to act choice, but Duncan Hines didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads runnin (yo) The rap kingpin bust the Black
f/ The Neptunes from Training Day Soundtrack Uh uh, uh huh Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit) Yeah, whooo [Chorus] Guns n' roses mafia
looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club