Hungh ah ungh...........
Told em`
Rap-A-Lot
You ain`t mad hungh
Rap-A-Lot
Mafia lot
Mafia lot
Hoodlumz J Prince
Y`all know how we do it
Verse 1:
We switch it up like wings
Watch it blow up
Hoes show up
Have the club Sho`Nuff
Mista Baller
Good Times like Jimmie Walker
And I`mma talk shit cause i`mma shit talker
And if you come cross the
Its gon` cost ya
And if you ain`t short ya
It ain`t my fault-cha`
Probably just caught you a 5 to 10
That`s 15 from the mob blowin` hard on ya` chin
Hold on lil` bitch here think she grown
I`m in the back of the club with the Chrys alone
And I tell ya` these hoes wont leave me alone
Bounce through it ??????????
She saw the vacations, play stations
Sippin` on cases
Eatin` on steaks and
Ask for God to show me a sign
To show that the game is mine
He Showed Me!!!!!
(Chorus)(Repeat 1)
(It`s like no bitch will a slow this
And a slow bitch is a no bitch
and a pro bitch broke bitch
and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit
It`s like no bitch will a slow this
And a slow bitch is a no bitch
and a pro bitch broke bitch
and a broke bitch is mo` problems mo` shit
Verse 2:
I do this the hard way
I love to play
Shit come between me and Jay
Unh unh no way
This is a private flight only ballers stay
And if you leave ya` key we`ll rip the cheese out cha` case
See ya`ll some middle weights
Wanna stop the Ace
Sabotage my sell thats a bad mistake
Whole Deuce Deuce need to be put in place
Now step to the side the cake fly in my face
And if ain`t got ties with you
Ain`t gon` ride with you
Ain`t gon` ride with you, ain`t gon` die with you
Silly motherfuckas ain`t hard to find
Say you lookin` for me just look behind
Cuz we be so deep at the compound lounge
And the shit that you did it ain`t slip my mind
Now if it be the first, the second, the third time
Motherfuckas gon` have to mind
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
9-9, us now bust down the whole brick
Is ya`ll niggas loosing respect mind playing tricks
Be broke doing shows aint` dat bout` a bitch
This is Rap-A-Lot baby we ain`t hurtin` for shit
When I`m tryin` to figure out what to jump out and in
And you tryin` to figure out what yo budget to spend
It ain`t hard to see that you some gay village men
And thats why yo ass be fading in the wind
When I flip the scene
Change the beam
Niggas got bread went from red to green
Editors patronizing me and my team
So I shit on Mic Checks and pist on ya` magazines
Come through clean
Slow like lean
Car with a bar 24 inch screen
Freshed out drapes
Roll like skates
Surprise open eyes ain`t no stopping the great
(No Way)
(Chorus x 3)
