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Mia X - Mama's Family lyrics
Artist: Mia X 
 Album: Unlady Like 
 Title: Mama's Family 
feat. Fiend, Mac, KLC, Kane & Abel, Mr. Serv-On
 [Mia X]
 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
 [Fiend]
 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
 [Fiend]
 With Fiend's Mr., watch me hit em, get em, for mama I'm a split em
 And let my desert eagle lit em, fill em, family forget em
 Kill em, pop ya, my guidelines are improper
 Gettin fit ever since I was cristined them glocks
 Handlin my chopper, my bullets they penetrate
 Fuck the money rate when I was 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, I ain't here no more
 Addicted from havin it, from the ceiling to the floor
 Fa sho and dedicated to my family chromosone
 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
 [KLC]
 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, KL don't back down
 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 thereMia X - Mama's Family - http://motolyrics.com/mia-x/mamas-family-lyrics.html
 To the four, like I siad before niggas I don't pack fair
 Motherfuckers been in benches
 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
 [Kane & Abel]
 Dear mama, they want your tubes tied cause you get so gangstafied
 Fuck it we ride smokin that cannibus, 
 homocide grease it hotter then peppermint
 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 hand lookin like an autopan
 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 penn 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
 [Mr. Serv-On]
 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 oath of 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
 [Mac]
 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 desease, call it big ease, flooded with keys of China
 Macadon put you on like reflon, 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 [Fiend] May I do mine Represent my No Limit click with my new nine May I do mine Represent my No Limit click









