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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' 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 mafia 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, state last name
First, Meyers, Michael, is killin', Three 6 killin'
else will 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 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, 'cause all your feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your body hang, see the
Pick it up, the 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 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 ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya

What the fuck you wanna do? Be a of my homicide
If you try to jack, leave you dead head in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle and my jack move
gat under the dirt, now put it up in your hand
Now that smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

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

Macks back in your cadillacs, glock in my draws
Extra up under my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your wall, you ran your lip about your grip
And I'm takin' in on the box, your pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I wear a mask on my

So I won't a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake I creep through your window
So the cops, cold hard 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 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
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

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the other tip
Too his chest, gotta buck him down, gotta buck him
Down town, talkin' bout' 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 strapped with a vest
Hoe you should have known, you was fuckin' the triple 6
We bust, I knew you ready 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 on the radio?

is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, them bitches man, stay 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 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
Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the
With north convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me 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 done it
you hung around that nigga man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but come out to be dealt with trick, I'm sick in the
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon'
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you in your poo poo