Unstoppable
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Mafia
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Welcome to the mob
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Welcome to the mob, my enemies in a mob
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Pussy ass rappers a-smackin¡¯ makin¡¯ I¡¯m robbed
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Two big guns and me, that¡¯s a menage
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Put it to his head, I¡¯mma squeeze you say Allah
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Call me what you want but you can¡¯t call me ministry
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Bentley on the strip then diamonds in my roserie
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Real, recognized, alive niggas heard of me
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Broad daylight no man, they gonna know it¡¯s me
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Been a thug since 54 levets
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When you push your act, poop through the hood, you was a legend
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Bullets travel like e-mails, you get the message
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Bow down, niggas is lames in my presence
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Hundred D-Ball, black suited up
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Arrive through the block ran slow as shifted up
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Fresh
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Your crime scene just got bloody
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PUSH! in the building, dirty money getting muddy
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Heard you block bubblin¡¯ I¡¯m here to get ya sodium
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Make sure you got that money, I have all your double monkey¡¯s up
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Puddle up, nigga this is genocide
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I¡¯m killin¡¯ all you niggas in weeks in the ride
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More karate, I¡¯ll body a nigga
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Bang bang it¡¯s that black flag mafia nigga
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Bitch draps, big racks, won¡¯t lie to you nigga
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Got you baby mama flyin¡¯ me to lapua nigga
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To make it this far in the costumes in pot schools
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I¡¯m responsible, puttin¡¯ cocaine in nostrils
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Straight blow jobs, lot of bitch niggas
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Killers walk the junction without gettin¡¯ their coke charged
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Now they sleep, just a line on songs
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Me and these weak niggas never get along
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You ain¡¯t Diggy, I ain¡¯t J Cole
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But I back flack kitties with semi scrill and give it to your face wrong
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
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Man I hope you ain¡¯t seen confident bitch
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Cuz I be bustin¡¯ off for the lips
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Have the stuff in my bricks
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You ain¡¯t her? I¡¯m the one that¡¯s callin¡¯ the shots
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Mob style, leave a nigga with a shane in his watch
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It¡¯s the mafia, La Familia and el hefe
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Bang gang, anywhere gang, make them respect me
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Feds ridin¡¯ on my tail, they gotta catch me
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And I¡¯mma ball out of control ¡®til they can get me
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Yea, hustle hard Mouse, you know what it is
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Hundred bottles in the club, hundred stacks on the wrist
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Top of the line everything, even my bitch
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She¡¯s fast, fuck around and give a nigga the clip
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Yea, still mashin¡¯, hop up and new assin¡¯
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Right down notion in gates, down saggin¡¯
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Certified G, dead nigga pop off
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I ain¡¯t gonna play, I¡¯ll blow your fuckin¡¯ top off
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If not, play if you wanna
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The mafia, we dead in the summer
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Say my name and I¡¯ll pop up like candy man
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Hand man hand like panty man
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Fuck with my family, man fuck with us
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Brothers that make movies
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Turn reality star bitches to groupies
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We about that life, how ¡®bout the hoop
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Smack a rat nigga out this coop
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If you don¡¯t know luck you out of the loop
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You sick nigga on soup
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Backed up to better, I make a nigga act better
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I¡¯m hot, at summer time I¡¯m that weather
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Forget they face, they all pissed
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Cuz when the mafia in the buildin¡¯
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These other moments they doesn¡¯t exist
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We them niggas
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (what?!)
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The mafia (what?!) The mafia (come on!)
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Certified gangster, wink bank, getting paper
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Walk through any hood, any block after shay shops
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Say I¡¯m the next up still don¡¯t give a fuck what
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Still ridin¡¯ dirty with the fifth in the shotgun
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Niggas still local, me I¡¯m international
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Fresh off tall, still quick to blast for you
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Man I¡¯m so raw and I ain¡¯t talkin¡¯ blood bitch
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Stay alone at corner with the cluse, out here thuggin¡¯
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Bitches love the lope, say I smell good, I look good
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Bitch, this the mafia, mob out in your hood
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Homie it¡¯s the war, all blacks glad to shoot you up
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No for spazzing out, call my own girl to prop you up
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Quite funny, you pussy niggas comical
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Enough with war tactics, stop you wild while they washin¡¯ you
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Move quite different, something¡¯s been missin¡¯
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Through you in the trunk for you rat niggas snitchin¡¯
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Mafia some ti |