and Evil E rocks it [Incomprehensible] straight from my heart My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds Rock
and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this
Japanese yams What? What? What? [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] Innocent on some plead the 5th shit Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit Rott like rocks from rocks
Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase
any means bitch Murder scene bitch, clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M and M's Roll with the Mafia
of criminal rap is breeding Shot in the chest, no one here stopped the bleeding 2-4 to base over, are you receiving? Remember rap tracks in '87 Scott-La-Rocks
and only Queen Bee After me there will be none But you could call me Miss White Most people know me as Lil' Kim The head of the La Bella Mafia Oh, shout
worldwide baby don't stop, north, south, east and west That's right, know what I'm saying, straight up comin to you Snypaz and do or die, rap-a-lot mafia
they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice This rap a lot mafia life super tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
girls getting money You wanna ride or die chick baby But you ain't got a whip baby It ain't gonna happen If you don't got shit you need to rock with
said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin' Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock
Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin (Chorus x2) Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock
[Intro] Soulja boy tellem, SOD money gang, SOD money mafia, Sod..its the label (yup) [Chorus] Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out
Oh no, I fell in love with my rock god I can't keep my hips from swaying To his sweet melody, you see I fell in love with my rock, rock god Preacher
when people are done, bumpin' they head to this You wonder why you wanted anything instead of this We been makin' you bounce for many years already Rock
put your foot in my circle I'm not a hater nigga beside a bunch of chicken niggaz that +Duck Duck Goose+ You punks got a 50/50 chance of livin, you playin +Rock
(we riiiide) East side, nigga (this is how we) Yeah, my nigga Juan, Street Lord Mafia Big Herk, good lookin out nigga Rock Bottom, whattup T-Dot? It's Rock
it the quickest winter, the unstoppable summer The opposite of the apocalypse comin to popular Wanna be poppin this gun he about to be doin some old impossible Three-6 Mafia