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1998, 6 mafia, hooked 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 trees

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
'Cause it's the 1990 triple 6

of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, your last name
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', Three 6
What else 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 hear me? Did you the scene?
A lot of fools done around town, showed up in your 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 that is only cut, I meant to pray
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 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 mafai mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

What the 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 continue my move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in your
Now that smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

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

Macks back in your cadillacs, glock in my draws
Extra clip up 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, your are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I wear a on my face

So I won't catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody me
I'm just like a snake I creep 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 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 ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta him down, gotta buck him
Down town, talkin' bout' 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 with a fuckin' vest
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 up, what be bumpin' on the radio?

is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate bitches man, stay in focus, hocus pocus
my best to maintain High as the sky is why it's 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 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 mafai mafia, ya
Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, em' dead, rush them tricks 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 lie? When at hundred times

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