La'Chat

La'Chat - Mafia lyrics

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(DJ Paul-Talking)

Yeah muthafuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "M"

Back in this bitch, nigga.

H-C muthafuckin' P. Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.

And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.

We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muthafucka

We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black

Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me

DJ muthafuckin' Paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "M" town.

And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

(HOOK)

Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...

Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

(La Chat)

La Chat, with that gat

The other queen of MemphisHypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

(Gangsta Boo)

... In the club posted up

Eight hundred dollar bottles

Sippin' Cris fuck a glass

Nigga drink it out the bottle...

(La Chat)

... Don't be hatin' and shit

'Cause we gettin' paid and shit

Ain't no need be lyin' till I die

I'm gon' be lovin' this...

(Gangsta Boo)

... The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta

Ridin' nigga posted up

Fuck you bitches up when I come gunnin'

Lettin' the lugers bust

Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

(La Chat)

Yeah I got your fuckin' back

Buckin' bitches that be hatin'

Blow their chest up through their back

(Gangsta Boo)

High as hell can't you tell

'Cause my eyes are red as fire

'Bout to fuck this nigga

Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die

Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me

Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit

You cannot faze me

(La Chat)

So you heard it from the queens

HCP we be together

Fuckin' with my family bitch

It's gon' have to be whatever...

(HOOK 1X)

(Lord Imfamous)

How can you relate to this

Niggaz they be hatin' this

Purple fuckin' tradin' man

Barely makin' dividends

Burn it man, half in

Better known as "assed in"

All I want is money man

Can't you niggaz comprehend?

Lock and fuckin' load fool

Break the fuckin' law fool

Ain't no attitude fool

This is what we came to do

With them bodies in the bag

Put that dope in the bag

Put that money in the bag

Let's go fool, rat tat tat

(Juicy "J")

They call me Juicy gigolo

Got hoes that fill

A statue of a fool

With them platinum tips

I'm tellin' all you bitches

To beware of the game

I'm tellin' all you niggaz

To beware of the lames

I freak your baby mama

Put her on the house

I got my dick sucked

When I was on the couch

My nigga walked in

He said that hoe was stout

I hit it from the back

My nigga took her mouth

(Project Pat)

By love real my nig

Let blood spill my nig

Shoot to kill my nig

If ya real my nig

Project Pat my nig

I spit facts my nig

Hang with macks my nig

Who tote gats my nig

It's blast or be left

Baller in your blood

White girl up your nose

Ya high off that bud

A slug in the lot

Your car and no strap

Blew your gotdamn brains

In your partner's lap

(Lord Imfamous)

Choose your weapons

But boy choose them carefully

Each of my poisons

Are deadlier melodies

I am the doctor

And this is your therapy

You can have one

So you must get a pair of these

Beat, bound and gagged

Bump off bounty

Place all his pieces

All over county

The shit's very lethal

That I place in the needle

Prepare you for your last trip

To the Cathedral

(DJ Paul)

I seen how TV can hurt

And plus platinum plaques to match

And add them twenties and vogues

And Gucci jackets on backs

We got them Bentlys and Benzes

And all them Lexus on lock

The picture gettin' kind of clearer

I see why them bitches hot

You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'

And wanna rise in the hood

It's cold I'm crankin' up heat

And you wish you could

Y'all wish y'all could get back with us

Then maybe then you could shine

Like the rappers you wish you was

And get off the grind

I'm keepin' one in the chamber

Because I'm filled up with anger

And when I see yo little hoe 'n'

You knowin' your life's in danger

I do a show y'all in the burough

Hollerin' no kind of shit

Is that the best way that you know

To get attention lil bitch

I understand how they feel

They feelin' that they left out

And we the ones movin' on

So we the ones talked about

But niggaz keep it your best

And one day then you'll get a crown

But until then do a hit of coke

And keep feelin' down

'Cause suckaz... that's real

(HOOK 1X)

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