Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yap-Yap , by - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Release date: 30.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yap-Yap |
| Stop fucking running your fucking mouth, ya bitches |
| What up, Sleep? |
| My dude |
| What up, Roc? |
| Niggas in the hood, man |
| Yo, they yap about me |
| They talk about me |
| They rap about me |
| They ask about me |
| All my niggas in the East |
| They yap about me |
| All my niggas in the West |
| They talk about me |
| Even them Mid-West niggas |
| They rap about me |
| All my niggas in the South |
| They ask about me |
| Ayo, let me school you to a few niggas be yappin' |
| Talk a good one, but I don’t be seein' no action |
| Like they guns go off but I don’t be hearing the clappin' |
| My guns like '84, got niggas doing the back spins |
| The ice on my neck look like I’m skiing in Aspens |
| When it come to fucking, ain’t no question, no askin' |
| I light up my 'Dro, when I smoke, I don’t pass shit |
| Reach for my dutch and I clip 'em to ashes |
| You the type to get signed and be spending advances |
| I make my dough from hustling, I be splurging my stashes |
| Y’all niggas caught up in the riches and fashion |
| Tricking on shorties with tits and fat asses |
| They ask about me, they talk about me |
| That Bedstuy BK M.A.F.I.A. |
| G |
| Radios interviews and even the magazines |
| All calling me, all calling free |
| They yap about me |
| They yap about me |
| Uh, all they do? |
| They talk about me |
| Uh, all they say? |
| They rap about me |
| What? |
| All they do? |
| They ask about me |
| To my niggas up north |
| They yap about me |
| Even them niggas in the feds |
| They talk about me |
| All them hoes in the club |
| They rap about me |
| Even them niggas in the hood |
| They ask about me |
| When I step up in the club, them hoes surround me |
| Got killers, got dealers, they all around me |
| Got razors, got knives, we mad deep |
| Got feds, got Ds, they all follow me |
| On the road, on the street, across the country |
| Because I move coke and weed, I’m mad deep |
| Get away from the lower, got bread, I’m scott free |
| But they still yap yap yap about me |
| I’m as real as it get, when it’s beef, I don’t preach |
| No rone, no Puff, no ga-thump, just me |
| Holmes, that’s what it is and that’s what it’s gon' be |
| And if it’s personal, we take it to the streets |
| What I’m driving, who I’m fucking? |
| Don’t worry 'bout me |
| Everything is all good, it’s love and no peace |
| From the thorough that’s borough, that’s NYC |
| So fuck all you niggas that yap about me |
| They yap about me |
| They ask about me |
| They talk about me (Yo, yo) |
| They talk about me |
| This for all my thugs in YO |
| They yap about me |
| And my niggas in BK |
| They ask about me |
| All my niggas in the Bronx |
| They talk about me |
| To all my niggas Uptown |
| They know about me |
| Come party with thugs |
| We only dance if we smoked up and drunk |
| And only if she got a fatty, face in her chest |
| Baby girl, she like rap niggas the best |
| That M.A.F.I.A. |
| mob shit |
| 'Cause we have a good time everyday |
| Even though we might have to murder things |
| Super dope rap, nigga, this is super exclusive |
| I like flamboyant good weed and new shit |
| You see about us, we make the news, kid |
| You know about JM and the Infamous |
| Boys out in Queens, Brooklyn |
| I’m testing my guns with iller G |
| Then I call Lil' Cease |
| He saw in the club, speed |
| We superstars, you want that V.I.P |
| Like dawg, you ask about me |
| Baby girl wanna be a star |
| She heard my guns, know how to hit long |
| She ask about P |
| They talk about me |
| They ask about P |
| What’s up with Mobb, P? |
| They know about me |
| All my niggas up in Queens |
| They ask about me |
| All the shorties in the P’s |
| They talk about me |
| Even them niggas in the streets |
| They yap about me |
| And all them niggas holding heat |
| They yap about me |