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

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 triple 6

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the off an angel
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all suckas, state your last name
First, Meyers, Michael, is killin', Three 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 feel me? Can you hear me? Did you the scene?
A lot of done fucked around town, showed up in your 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 your gonna feel is
In yard, I see a tree, I also see your body hang, see the phone
it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant 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 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 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

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

Move motherfucker, motherfucker, put your face down
To the and don't you take a look up, I heard about
What you cook up, see bitch, is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your toes, take your cheese
And your hoes, givin' you crack sacks

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

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

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 the 1990 triple 6 2000

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the other 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 ain't dead yet, check his head, check his

Playa have guessed, he was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you should have known, you was with 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 J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, what be 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 High as the sky is why 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 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
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

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

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