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1998, 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' like dees, smoke the bitch

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
'Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, state last name
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What else will I say? Even children probably don't a fuck
If you are or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights out

Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Did you pick the
A lot of fools done fucked around town, showed up in dreams
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, them guns
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous, not how to get away

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I see your body hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant to
You're still gonna die, too late, bitch, time is up

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

What the fuck you wanna do? Be a of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you head in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle and continue my jack
Still gat the dirt, now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your face
To the floor and don't you take a up, I heard about
What you up, see bitch, this is a stick up
I'm you off your tippy toes, take your cheese
And fuck your hoes, givin' you sacks

Macks back in cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra up under my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall, you ran your lip about your
And I'm takin' in on the box, your pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I wear a on my face

So I won't catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't know me
I'm just like a snake when I through your window
So motherfuck the cops, hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, all about survival
I leave them like DOA, bitch, that's dead on

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the triple 6 2000

Give'em two to the head, three to the and the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta buck him down, gotta him
Down town, talkin' bout' these clowns, talkin' shit up in my fuckin'
Since he ain't yet, check his head, check his chest

Playa should have guessed, he was with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you have known, you was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust, I knew you wasn't ready for us am I too much to
Can't you fuck with us in the lexus with Juicy J, getting fucked up
the club up, what be bumpin' on the radio?

Mafia is I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate them bitches man, stay in focus, pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain as the sky is why it's my business,
Bitch, open up own fuckin' account and get up out my shit

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

Six bitch, so don't you fuck this click, 'cause if you fuck
With this click, you'll get a little of gun shots
You don't know who you fuckin' with bitch
'Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags, em' off in a ditch

Know I mean, kid, know I mean, kid, see we from
A natural bomb, a natural gun, a natural gimme
Don't make me make body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush tricks on down to the flo'
north memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me never twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at nine hundred

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I don't done it
Koop you around that nigga man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but out to be dealt with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you look
Too late fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo