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1998, Three 6 mafia, up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, 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 mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

Can you feel me? Can you me? Did you pick the scene?
A lot of fools done fucked town, showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, guns spray
Gotcha shakin', nervous, knowin' 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 body hang, see the
Pick it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant to
You're still gonna die, too late, bitch, your 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 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

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

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your face
To the floor and don't you a look up, I heard about
What you cook up, see bitch, 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, drop glock in my
Extra clip up under my balls, my dick's a 44
Fuckin' up your wall, you ran your lip about your grip
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 catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake when I through your window
So motherfuck the cops, cold hard on me kin
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 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
it's the 1990 triple 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
Down town, 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 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
Tearin' the 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, in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to High as the sky is why it's my business,
Bitch, open up your own fuckin' and get up out my shit

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

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

Know I mean, kid, I mean, kid, see we come from
A natural bomb, a natural gun, a gimme some
Don't make me make your body trick
And you hollerin' 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, 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, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon'
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you in your poo poo