Welcome To The Mob
Unstoppable
Mafia
Welcome to the mob
Welcome to the mob, my enemies in a mob
Pussy ass rappers a-smackin' makin' I'm robbed
Two big guns and me, that's a ménage
Put it to his head, I'mma squeeze you say Allah
Call me what you want but you can't call me ministry
Bentley on the strip then diamonds in my roserie
Real, recognized, alive niggas heard of me
Broad daylight no man, they gonna know it's me
Been a thug since 54 levets
When you push your act, poop through the hood, you was a legend
Bullets travel like e-mails, you get the message
Bow down, niggas is lames in my presence
Hundred D-Ball, black suited up
Arrive through the block ran slow as shifted up
Fresh
Your crime scene just got bloody
PUSH! in the building, dirty money getting muddy
Heard you block bubblin' I'm here to get ya sodium
Make sure you got that money, I have all your double monkey's up
Puddle up, nigga this is genocide
I'm killin' all you niggas in weeks in the ride
More karate, I'll body a nigga
Bang bang it's that black flag mafia nigga
Bitch draps, big racks, won't lie to you nigga
Got you baby mama flyin' me to lapua nigga
To make it this far in the costumes in pot schools
I'm responsible, puttin' cocaine in nostrils
Straight blow jobs, lot of bitch niggas
Killers walk the junction without gettin' their coke charged
Now they sleep, just a line on songs
Me and these weak niggas never get along
You ain't Diggy, I ain't J Cole
But I back flack kitties with semi scrill and give it to your face wrong
The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
Man I hope you ain't seen confident bitch
Cuz I be bustin' off for the lips
Have the stuff in my bricks
You ain't her? I'm the one that's callin' the shots
Mob style, leave a nigga with a shane in his watch
It's the mafia, La Familia and el hefe
Bang gang, anywhere gang, make them respect me
Feds ridin' on my tail, they gotta catch me
And I'mma ball out of control "˜til they can get me
Yea, hustle hard Mouse, you know what it is
Hundred bottles in the club, hundred stacks on the wrist
Top of the line everything, even my bitch
She's fast, fuck around and give a nigga the clip
Yea, still mashin', hop up and new assin'
Right down notion in gates, down saggin'
Certified G, dead nigga pop off
I ain't gonna play, I'll blow your fuckin' top off
If not, play if you wanna
The mafia, we dead in the summer
Say my name and I'll pop up like candy man