Mafioso Kool G Rap
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Mafioso" by Kool G Rap. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
Verse 1:
Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach clips
Who flows ramped enough to hold drips and float ships
No mo' shifts
I hold enough chips to toast Cris
It's G. Rap, the cat that's on your wanted most list
I wrote this, so you could sweat this and soak this
Get the focus, the made family, kid, not the bogus
You're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like holsters
Left for the vultures, with DT's picking up cultures
Three-thousand volt ya' just like the third rail
And if you heard shells a herb fell, swift with the words well
All on my dirt trail
Kick up enough dust to hurt cells
Swerve the SL, so get G murk swell, the shirt braille
Curved in jail cells for jakes that wanna H-block those
Niggas in Paco's keep the block froze and the shop closed
Where the pots grow, with young cats coppin' the drop Roves
Get the Nacho's, so no cops show when the shots blow
Shit red hot though
Streets remain flooded with D's
Bundling Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
Main crime wave, we handle a beef in .9 ways
Get your mind grazed from TEC-9 sprays, your spine blazed
When it get too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
Put all you cats in cradles if you crave to find graves
Diamond mind crazed, rays blindin' you with my shine glaze
Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach clips
Who flows ramped enough to hold drips and float ships
No mo' shifts
I hold enough chips to toast Cris
It's G. Rap, the cat that's on your wanted most list
I wrote this, so you could sweat this and soak this
Get the focus, the made family, kid, not the bogus
You're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like holsters
Left for the vultures, with DT's picking up cultures
Three-thousand volt ya' just like the third rail
And if you heard shells a herb fell, swift with the words well
All on my dirt trail
Kick up enough dust to hurt cells
Swerve the SL, so get G murk swell, the shirt braille
Curved in jail cells for jakes that wanna H-block those
Niggas in Paco's keep the block froze and the shop closed
Where the pots grow, with young cats coppin' the drop Roves
Get the Nacho's, so no cops show when the shots blow
Shit red hot though
Streets remain flooded with D's
Bundling Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees
Main crime wave, we handle a beef in .9 ways
Get your mind grazed from TEC-9 sprays, your spine blazed
When it get too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays
Put all you cats in cradles if you crave to find graves
Diamond mind crazed, rays blindin' you with my shine glaze
Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!