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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' like dees, the trees bitch

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
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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 will I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights out

Can you me? Can you hear 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', gotcha nervous, not how to get away

Lookin' out the pane, 'cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see body hang, see the phone
it up, the wire that 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 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 mafai 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 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 vehicle and continue my jack
gat under the dirt, now put it up in your hand
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 up, see bitch, this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes, your cheese
And fuck your hoes, givin' you sacks

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

So I won't catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't know me
I'm like a snake when I creep through your window
So the cops, cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, it's all about
I leave them like DOA, bitch, that's dead on

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 neck and the other 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 yet, check his head, check his chest

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

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 maintain as the sky is why it's my business,
Bitch, up your own fuckin' account and get up out my shit

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 mafai mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 triple 6

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

em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, call 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 don't done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man, try so hard to be a
Bitch, but come out to be dealt with trick, I'm in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you drownin' in poo poo