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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' family
Are ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, like dees, smoke the trees bitch

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

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 will I say? Even children probably don't give a
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 done fucked 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, all your gonna 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
still 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 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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya

What the you wanna 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
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, motherfucker

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

Macks back in your cadillacs, drop glock in my
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 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, nobody know me
I'm just like a snake when I through your window
So motherfuck the cops, hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, it's all about
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 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 1990 triple 6

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

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

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more
For the lame, them bitches man, stay in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain 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 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 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

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 know who you fuckin' bitch
'Cause we leavin' in body bags, drop em' off in a ditch

Know I mean, kid, know I mean, kid, see we from
A natural bomb, a natural gun, a gimme some
Don't make me 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 memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
me once never twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I When at nine hundred 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 out to be dealt with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you look
Too fuckin' fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo