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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the Dayton family
Are ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready 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 for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
'Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all your gonna is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see 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 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

What the fuck you 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 and continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now that smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

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

back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls, my dick's a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall, you ran your lip about grip
And I'm takin' in on the stash box, your pockets are 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 just like a snake when I creep through window
So motherfuck the cops, cold on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, it's all survival
I them like DOA, bitch, that's dead 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 mafia 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

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the other tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta buck him down, gotta him
Down town, bout' these clowns, talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet, his head, check his chest

Playa should have guessed, he was 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 much to
Can't you with us in the lexus truck with Juicy J, getting fucked up
the club up, what be bumpin' on the radio?

Mafia is what I'm screamin', the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate them bitches man, stay in focus, hocus
my best to maintain High 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 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 for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the triple 6 2000

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

Know I mean, kid, I mean, kid, see we come from
A bomb, a natural gun, a natural gimme some
Don't make me make body numb trick
And have you 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 game of dice
How can I lie? When at nine hundred

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