Artist: Joe Mafia Album: This One Song: This One Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Joe Mafia] This one, for them fake cats, fronting like it's all love Running round, thinking shit sweet, yo This one, for them words that wanna break my stride Canive, smile and they wish I died, yo This one, for them niggas with scared money amongst me That love to see me bleeding in the street, though This one, for them crackers trynna beat me 'cross the head With that bullshit, it's on the heart, yo, this one [Joe Mafia] Fuck rap nigga, straight off the record I hold western, stink and petty get you cough in me Lollypop kids do bids, and come home willing Third stripe pending felongs, pumping on wellon Niggas talk more than bitches, wooly poot niggas Suit niggas, straight tie and suit niggas, shoot niggas Pissy drunk, dice games in the bootleg of this one Stack your funds, hold guns, and school bitches, duke, listen Ain't nothing new, I seen your kind before, do the math Fuck you got a screwface for? You a candy ass Cash ya ass off a couple of packs, palm spitting Million dollar raps relax, my name ringing Jingling, got strength, plus ya mob respects, and nines and techs All my real niggas dead or in the state correct', keep the cake correct Bang the shit up in your whip until you break your neck Niggas straight up respect, dude, sorry, I got money It's funny, after fucking with you, fronting with crumsb, see Edward Scissorhands, your plans, and snatch ass with it I left you warning with a dun, and cats, it's best opinion [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] I got that fire and I ain't fronting with it If you ain't down with this, then you ain't fucking with it That's how I feel for real, ain't nothing else to that, but Drugs and sluts, you can get touched Niggas need to collapse, slash, the Cash Rule Divine ruled, universal twerking, networking Fool got something to prove, moving out fast No doubt'll blow out, get your wig blown out Up inside a house, four thousand and a chrome out Trey pizzy, under the T, la smoke out Tank cats deserve curves, they cheating, yo And I ain't satisfied til niggas is eating, yo Get it from the rough, scoop it up, recoup Snatch pies from the chicken coup, we rule, get it in the duke shoe Whipmaster, what they call me Hit 'em with a nina of... if they call me [Chorus] [Joe Mafia] I do this with a jones, like I'm strung out and need a fix On some real shit, dog, you frog, nigga, eat a dick How you cross me up and butt, like I ain't see the shit City slicker, uptown gift, I ain't for no pimping Fucker, friend all up in my shit, you ain't gorilla Greener than a head of cabbage, faggot ass rap nigga Caught up in the mix, cuz, get tricked up All out for this one, doing them dirty, damn to get them In the hood with backwoods, all good, lace your Timbs up Trump hold a Massberg pump, while I get slumped Broad day, hustling in hallways, a stress pump Official missile, shutting it down, if your shit slump Niggas catching licks with six bitches, who kicks fucking Crab clicks posing as dicks, stick to the script, cousin Scrape it up, so we can cake it up, and get the spot jumping Nigga, I done seen it and done it, run it, this one [Chorus]