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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ain't 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 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 your last
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What else will I say? Even children probably 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 pick the
A lot of fools done fucked around town, up in your dreams
in a hideaway, infra red, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous, knowin' not how to get

Lookin' out the pane, 'cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire that is cut, I meant to pray
You're still die, too late, bitch, your 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 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 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 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 your
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, snooze

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your face
To the floor and you take 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 your 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 your grip
And I'm takin' in on the box, your pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I a mask on my face

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 motherfuck the cops, hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, 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 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 mafia 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, talkin' bout' these clowns, talkin' up in my fuckin' town
he ain't dead yet, check his head, check his chest

Playa have guessed, he was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you should have known, you was fuckin' with the 6
We bust, I knew you wasn't for us am I too much to avoid?
Can't you fuck with us in the truck with 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, educate them bitches man, in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to 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 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 ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the triple 6 2000

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

I mean, kid, know 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 have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? at nine hundred times

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I really done it
Koop you hung that nigga man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but come out to be with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo