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

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 ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
'Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

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

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 ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya

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 ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya

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

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your down
To the floor and you take a look up, I heard about
What you cook up, see bitch, is a stick up
I'm you off your tippy toes, take your cheese
And fuck your hoes, you crack sacks

Macks in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls, my like a 44
Fuckin' up your wall, you ran your lip about your grip
And I'm takin' in on the stash box, your are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I a mask on my face

So I won't a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a when I creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops, cold on me kin though
So the 5-0, it's all about survival
I leave them like DOA, bitch, that's on arrival

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 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 ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

Give'em two to the head, to the neck and the other fuckin' tip
Too his chest, gotta buck him down, gotta buck him
town, talkin' bout' these clowns, talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he dead yet, check his head, check his chest

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

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

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 ready for us, we mafai 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
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, bithces me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at nine times

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