Slow Pain / Lil' Demon] Gangsta lockin' All the homies on stroll Somos Pocos Pero Locos On hood patrol Brown 83 Regal A limited edition Ol' Town Gangtas
before he got popped Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long dookie fifth Next to the Town
Saint Staten Island's where your crib was at Park Hill project was your outlet You was a target Or organized outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get
you don't wanna see me angry pal I'll raise up on ya ass like a root canal Get fucking up shit like the trench coat mafia Unbelievable how we popping
hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous] Nigga Three Six Mafia burn
my heart Oh my God koopsta just been robbed I hope you feel me I'm laying naked lookinn' at the ceiling In bloody red Just same old same for the koopsta
pain But i'm still here though Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though [Three 6 Mafia
tatted on his neck BG's in the gang tatts of his little set tear drop bowfies mafia bowties for dem young dudes in the pen to dem old guys gang bangin
this hustlin' tryna make hood rich And I still ain't trustin' no bitch 'cause the mother fuckers always snitch It's hard in this ghetto man fifteen years old
yo, yo... Ceaser Leo, aiyyo Aiyyo wherever I go buy all hydro Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed from the old
*featuring Chyna Whyte, Three 6 Mafia, Youngbloodz Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe -
way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bitch, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Nigga Three Six Mafia
Move bitch, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bitch, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Nigga Three Six Mafia
A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...) [Lil Wayne:] Reporting From Kims Kinda Star Holly Co Sem Team Kinda Far Ridin Thru The City In A Tonka Toy.. I Got Old
round I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some round I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryin to sew up my town I'm a.. [Pimp C] I'm a pig on
, if the sun on shine Sipping on some potent, puffing on pine Slow Loud And Bangin', in a candy slab line Down here in H-Town, it go down Old school Cheves
-N-I, capital B, U-S, whattup G Even from a distance I got a front row seat And I'm watchin what y'all don't see Listen up kids Your favorite artists are mafia
