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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' 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 them suckas, state your last
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', Three 6
What else will I say? Even probably don't give a fuck
If you are naughty or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, out

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

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all gonna 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 meant to
You're gonna die, too late, bitch, your time is up

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 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 dead in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle and continue my move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now ain't smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

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

back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls, my dick's a 44
Fuckin' up pussy wall, you ran your lip about your grip
And I'm takin' in on the box, your pockets 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, don't know me
I'm just like a snake I creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops, cold hard on me kin
So motherfuck the 5-0, it's all survival
I leave them 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 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

Give'em two to the head, three to the and the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta 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, his chest

should have guessed, he was strapped 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 to avoid?
Can't you fuck with us in the lexus with Juicy J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, be bumpin' on the radio?

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more
For the lame, educate them bitches man, in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my 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 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 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 must don't who you fuckin' with bitch
'Cause we leavin' bodies in bags, drop em' off in a ditch

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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on 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 lie? When at nine hundred

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