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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' family
Are y'all ready for us? the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, time, '98, rollin' like dees, smoke the trees 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 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, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What else will I say? Even children probably give a fuck
If you are naughty or at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights out

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

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all your feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire is only cut, I meant to pray
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 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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya

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

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

Macks back in your cadillacs, glock in my draws
clip 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 stash box, pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I wear a mask on my

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

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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai 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 him down, gotta buck him
Down town, talkin' bout' these clowns, shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet, check his head, his chest

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

is what 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 your own fuckin' account and get up out my

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 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
Cause it's the triple 6 2000

Six bitch, so don't you with this click, 'cause if you fuck
With this click, get a little of this gun shots
You must don't know who you with bitch
'Cause we 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 natural gun, a natural some
Don't make me make your body numb
And you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia

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

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I really done it
Koop you hung around that man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but come out to be dealt with trick, I'm in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you look
Too late fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo