Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama's Family (feat. Fiend, KLC, Kane & Abel, Mr. Serv-On, Mac), artist - Mia x.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mama's Family (feat. Fiend, KLC, Kane & Abel, Mr. Serv-On, Mac) |
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 |
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 |
With Fiend’s Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I’m a split em |
And let my desert eagle lit em, til the family forget em |
Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper |
Gettin bent ever since I was christened in vodka |
Hand me my chopper, my bullets they penetrate |
Fuck the money rate when Im as 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 ain’t here no more |
Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor |
Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosome |
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 |
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, K dont pack fair |
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 said before niggas I don’t pack fair |
Motherfuckers penny penchin' |
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 |
Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause your kids so gangstafied |
We ride smokin that cannibus |
Homicide, leave ya set hotter then pamper piss |
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 head leaking like an oil can |
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 pen 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 |
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 oldest 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 |
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 disease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China |
Macadon put you on like revlon, 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 |
May I do mine |
Represent my No Limit click with my new nine |
May I do mine |
Represent my No Limit click |