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Mafia - Welcome To The Mob lyrics

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<b>Welcome To The Mob</b> by <i>Mafia</i><br />Unstoppable

Mafia

Welcome to the mob

Welcome to the mob, my enemies in a mob

Pussy ass rappers a-smackin' makin' I'm robbed

Two big guns and me, that's a ménage

Put it to his head, I'mma squeeze you say Allah

Call me what you want but you can't call me ministry

Bentley on the strip then diamonds in my roserie

Real, recognized, alive niggas heard of me

Broad daylight no man, they gonna know it's me

Been a thug since 54 levets

When you push your act, poop through the hood, you was a legend

Bullets travel like e-mails, you get the message

Bow down, niggas is lames in my presence

Hundred D-Ball, black suited up

Arrive through the block ran slow as shifted up

Fresh

Your crime scene just got bloody

PUSH! in the building, dirty money getting muddy

Heard you block bubblin' I'm here to get ya sodium

Make sure you got that money, I have all your double monkey's up

Puddle up, nigga this is genocide

I'm killin' all you niggas in weeks in the ride

More karate, I'll body a nigga

Bang bang it's that black flag mafia nigga

Bitch draps, big racks, won't lie to you nigga

Got you baby mama flyin' me to lapua nigga

To make it this far in the costumes in pot schools

I'm responsible, puttin' cocaine in nostrils

Straight blow jobs, lot of bitch niggas

Killers walk the junction without gettin' their coke charged

Now they sleep, just a line on songs

Me and these weak niggas never get along

You ain't Diggy, I ain't J Cole

But I back flack kitties with semi scrill and give it to your face wrong

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )

Man I hope you ain't seen confident bitch

Cuz I be bustin' off for the lips

Have the stuff in my bricks

You ain't her? I'm the one that's callin' the shots

Mob style, leave a nigga with a shane in his watch

It's the mafia, La Familia and el hefe

Bang gang, anywhere gang, make them respect me

Feds ridin' on my tail, they gotta catch me

And I'mma ball out of control 'til they can get me

Yea, hustle hard Mouse, you know what it is

Hundred bottles in the club, hundred stacks on the wrist

Top of the line everything, even my bitch

She's fast, fuck around and give a nigga the clip

Yea, still mashin', hop up and new assin'

Right down notion in gates, down saggin'

Certified G, dead nigga pop off

I ain't gonna play, I'll blow your fuckin' top off

If not, play if you wanna

The mafia, we dead in the summer

Say my name and I'll pop up like candy man

Hand man hand like panty man

Fuck with my family, man fuck with us

Brothers that make movies

Turn reality star bitches to groupies

We about that life, how 'bout the hoop

Smack a rat nigga out this coop

If you don't know luck you out of the loop

You sick nigga on soup

Backed up to better, I make a nigga act better

I'm hot, at summer time I'm that weather

Forget they face, they all pissed

Cuz when the mafia in the buildin'

These other moments they doesn't exist

We them niggas

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )

Certified gangster, wink bank, getting paper

Walk through any hood, any block after shay shops

Say I'm the next up still don't give a fuck what

Still ridin' dirty with the fifth in the shotgun

Niggas still local, me I'm international

Fresh off tall, still quick to blast for you

Man I'm so raw and I ain't talkin' blood bitch

Stay alone at corner with the cluse, out here thuggin'

Bitches love the lope, say I smell good, I look good

Bitch, this the mafia, mob out in your hood

Homie it's the war, all blacks glad to shoot you up

No for spazzing out, call my own girl to prop you up

Quite funny, you pussy niggas comical

Enough with war tactics, stop you wild while they washin' you

Move quite different, something's been missin'

Through you in the trunk for you rat niggas snitchin'

Mafia some ties, bang bang anything

I be talkin' 'bout all the things, bring the lanes out

In the tank, that's the coop, no ching

Yellow gold, wrist wear again get ugly were the rings

Boom bye bye niggas, this is life niggas

Double H type, my fly niggas

Hit the tape, the hook for a game

Let's do it, watch the game, on the couch with his brains

Output, getting money that's on the low though

Toss the weight paid for it great at Tony Romo

All my niggas high laid eyes on Yoko Ono

Fuck how niggas wanted, I did it just for the promo

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (come on! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (what! )

The mafia (what! ) The mafia (yea yea)

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