The Diplomats, A-Mafia, 40 Cal - 40th Boys lyrics

Its Scram Jones Nigga yea, A-Mafia Nigga
40th Boys its Dipset
Purple City, Duke The God
Ayo Yall Know How The Fuck We Do This Shit

Ayo now All My Real Niggas Pop It Off
Shoot Em Until His Top Come Off
I'm Gettin Money So, I Gotta Floss
Cause, Im The Boss
When I Come Out, The Thugs Come Out
Stomp Him Out, Till The Blood Come Out
He Frontin, Let A Slug Come Out
I'll Show You What A Thug About

Yo, I See His Face Tightnin
But, I Ain't With The Face Fightin
Try To Imitate Tyson
He Gonna Taste Lightin (That Fire Nigga)
I See Some Gangstas On My Right
And The Left Of Me keep The Tech On Me
Black Gloves And A Vest On Me
Our Jesus Resurected tv's In The Lexus
Breezy's Wanna Sex Us freezy On The Necklace
Its Mafia (Where) a-Mafia Here
Throw Your Hands In The Air For A-Mafia Yea
I Start Rumbles When I Come Through
Go Bundle For Bundle (Pack For Pack Nigga)
I Got Some Killas That'll Come
Through And Slump You
I Hear Them Mumble, About The Coke They Got
Till Them Niggas Ran In They Spots
And Broke They Lock
These Clown Niggas Wanna Smoke A-Maf
Now Leave Em On The Floor
Catch Him Slippin While He In
Front Of The Corner Store
But, I Ain't Goin Out
(Nope) Homie Im Squeezin At You First
Let Off Shots And Leave You In A Hurse

Now All My Real Niggas Pop It Off
Shoot Em Until His Top Come Off
I'm Gettin Money So, I Gotta Floss
Cause, Im The Boss
When I Come Out, The Thugs Come Out
Stomp Him Out, Till The Blood Come Out
He Frontin, Let A Slug Come Out
I'll Show You What A Thug About

Yea all My Real Niggas Pop At Ya
40 And A-Mafia
We Gettin Money Ho, We Popular
It Get Impossible To Body Ya
Photographers Is Watchin Ya
My Whole Block Hotter Then Somalia
40 Shoot The Hollow Points
Hope Your Vest Titanium
They Don't Want You In New York
Like The West Side Stadium
Schemin On Your Money, Like A Bedstuy atm
You Beefin At 7, You Dead By 8 PM
Internet Chatroom Thug
Niggas Thinkin They Wolves
But Your Heart Pumpin Racoon Blood
But, Im Rollin With Them Baboons Cuz
Where We Call It Brain Wash
Shoot Your Brains In The Bathroom Tub
I'll Bring Them Crumb Snatchers Out
For A Lump Cash Amount
We Ride Up Cornerstore
Got A Dutchmaster Drought
I'll Make Funkmaster Shout
Its Gonna Be Problems call Me Game
You'll Be My New Son Up In Harlem
Where We Hustle Fam
More Bags Than A Luggage Man
Like Box Braids
Keep My Knots Up In Rubberbands
My Wrist Spring Bling, My Chain Summer Jam
You Should See The Hummer Fam
The Rims Do The Runnin Man (Damn)

All My Real Niggas Pop At Ya 40 And A-Mafia
We Gettin Money Ho, We Popular
It Get Impossible To Body Ya
Photographers Is Watchin Ya
My Whole Block Hotter Then Somalia

Now All My Real Niggas Pop It Off
Shoot Em Until His Top Come Off
I'm Gettin Money So, I Gotta Floss
Cause, Im The Boss
When I Come Out, The Thugs Come Out
Stomp Him Out, Till The Blood Come Out
He Frontin, Let A Slug Come Out
I'll Show You What A Thug About