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Mia X - Mama's Family lyrics
Artist: Mia X Album: Unlady Like Title: Mama's Family feat. Fiend, Mac, KLC, Kane & Abel, Mr. Serv-On [Mia X] I'm mama superior, bitches recognize Don't a damn thing move until I hear "mother, may I" I chastise, with ruger nines and hollow tips, venom dipped With dums dums baby, but you don't want none Six sons indeed, they be The Baddest Most Criminal, Serv-On and The Camoflauge Assassin Actin up always bullets bringin tears But you best not say shit about my kids, or you gets did Lit up like Christmas trees Wanna be mommy's understand who I am, the biggest of all Runs my household and holds down your block Open up shop, don't make me knock Your dick in the dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys Yeah, we bout some funky noise Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys, this is mama's family [Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click (Mama Mia) May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click [Fiend] With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate Fuck the money rate when I was hungry as a Hatian Mama may I forever stay high (fa sho), for safe keepin Stay fiendin baby, cause I'm more devil then human being Money schemin, supplying my workers with birds and dealing Because mama understand that my hustlin has a meaning The reason to stay passive, I ain't here no more Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone The Pope, come get it badder Fiend, now tell me the war zone Black strong, puttin red dots on Uncle Sam Continuin to be a bad man (bad man) and grams for Fiend [KLC] I said my mama was a rolling stone to the bone Wherever she lays her piece of chrome is her home (there it is) As long as she wants it to be there, bitch ass niggas beware The spot where your standing I really wouldn't want to be there Now see there, KL don't back down My little brother's a pair, standin straight over there I get respect like Elliot Ness, so how you figure Old punk ass, broke ass, bitch ass niggas I brings drama like you spit on my mama And before you think to steppin best done pause like a comma Cause I done lays niggas down flat like that Bitch on your stomach or back So I don't wanna hear no bullshit About my brothers that I roll with and my brothers that I pull hoes with Cause it's a blessing to get this ass whoopin and a lesson Now come and get this real session Lesson one, never fuck with my mama or brothers Two, buckshots flyin as we burn another To the motherfuckin three, get somewhere when I get there To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair Motherfuckers been in benches I'm pushin a forty thousand dollar machine sittin on fuckin twenty inches All paid out without a doubt We rumble like the Bronx, and a bag that'll blow your fuckin back out So mama I wanna get into some gangsta shit But they don't wanna get into no gangsta shit They all played out and they can't say shit That's all I gotta say now mama that's it [Kane & Abel] Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus, homocide grease it hotter then peppermint Fuck scimilac, mama fi'n to jack Mama taught me how to cook crack, if niggas bangin too then bang back Cause that, I keep my gat close to hand, niggas stuntin like Jackie Chan I fill em with lead, leave em dead, with they hand lookin like an autopan For Christmas my list consists of nina Two masks, two glocks with extra clips and my favorite street sweeper Look ma, I'm bout to bang this nigga, this fuckin pussy eater Goin up my jaws, with breakin laws Robbin niggas out they rocks at the bus stop, leave em standin in they drawers Keep them hoes on all fours Test me, you must be on them rocks like Pooky Best learn the facts of life like Tootie If we was in the penn nigga put it on your bootie I used to watch cartoons while I'm breakin out keys in the backroom At the table, boom, ten G's for little Kane, ten G's for Abel Twin thugs down south, mama said knock you out [Mr. Serv-On] Congratulations, it's blood relations Mama done gave birth to a brand new baby killer Pass that nine rattlemiller nigga Addicted to lead, fuck breasts, I was gun fed Misled by Uncle Boz and Uncle Ed (family ties) No beds so you can toss this dead bodys the smell born in hell Mr. Bavgate, Mr. No Limit affiliate, Mr. retaliate With a twelve gauge and a handshake The baddest motherfucker east of the Mississippi I'll bang ya for every letter in Kansas City I can't spell, so Lord forgive me Fuck goin to movies, she took me gun battles And hid her dope in the baby rattle Ain't no reg and nice meal and apple juice, kept my bowels loose For my first birthday she gave a nigga a duece duece So sincerely mama's number one, blast one for your oath of son So now I lay me down to sleep Fuck em, this family'll never live in peace So if I bang one I hang one, mama's oldest son, nina [Mac] Dear mama, the youngest of us, bust quickly Assassin, flashin in soldier fashion with the army action Below the seas where the warm air breeze Murder is desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China Macadon put you on like reflon, them fake niggas get they rep on I stack money like the Orientals, what's up to all them niggas that I'm kin to To make a meal I'm bent to, mama said the rent's due What's happenin, put them thug niggas on the map and I represent like it's my first time rapping What's the deal, keep it real and then real The ill nigga feel, the blood spills on my army pantses Buckin at the ambulances to my foes Shots to his nose, I make sho' the casket is closed The family's tight like ham and cheese Once again I'm camofluage yall [Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click |
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