[Mia X (1)]
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Huh nigga, huh nigga what, huh nigga what what what what
Huh nigga what, what huh nigga what
[Verse 1]
The crime started off, bloody
It`s about pistol whippins and kickins
Mama dishin` and blitzin` (Mama Mia)
Cause you hoes gon` listen
Taught to issue the pain
And distribute some cocaine
Can you fuck man, nah nah
I`m known for loosen` brains
Bitch you think that I`m playin`
Go to war by myself, grab that gat off the shelf
Gon` say goodbye to your health
Got heroin in the mail but bet my dollars don`t fumble
Stackin` tall like Mutombo, cause a bitch moving bundles, rumble
It ain`t no thang bitch I`m straight off the tank
Niggas second in motion, I`m a fool with that shank
No, I ain`t 2 be trusted
When I sneak I`m straight bustin` ya mouth
And ya nose and your eyes gon` close, swole
My kid sister Sherry puttin` big holes, in ya
Po-po`s trying to find the next nigga ya kin to
Red dot center, bullets enter ya playa haters
My lace tip split ya fuckin` decision maker
Think you can take the biggest mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it`s on
[Chorus]
I ain`t to be played wit`, so fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I`m running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don`t fight it baby close your eyes
I ain`t to be played wit`, so fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers to clips, playa haters get split
I`m running, humping your shit now rock-a-bye you look tired
So don`t fight it baby close your eyes
[Verse 2]
When I hoo-ride (Tank Dogs) I only ride T-R-U
Niggas out that booty or mister Corey Jalooty
Shoot now, fuck the convo nigga ain`t no stoppin`
When it`s on we poppin`, street sweeper straight knockin`
What, what cocaine and trains leavin` niggas in gutters
Bringing pain to loved ones, burning up motherfuckers
Plus if ya touch one of mine this is how it`s gonna be
I`m choppin` down your whole family tree
Forget me not, it`s too hot
Up in that south, bitch you know how dirty
Better act in a hurry or I`ma load it with thirty
Dirty, serve me nigga by the pounds and kilos
And watch the gumbo pot, we breed the fattest rocks
Bag em` after the chop, push em` out the back door
Have the prepiest hoes runnin` buku dough
Yet the game is cold, raw dog to the bone
Gotta love Jones, for whackin` chrome upside niggas domes
If it`s on then it`s on ain`t no need to delay it
Bout it bout it motherfuckers no I ain`t to be played wit`
[Chorus (x2)]
[Mia X 1] to fade
