Mama`s Family lyrics

Artist  : Mia X 
Song : Mama`s Family



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 f/ 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 there

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