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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton
Are y'all for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' like dees, smoke the 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 ready for us, we mafai mafia, ya
'Cause it's the 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, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What will I say? Even children probably 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 around town, showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, guns spray
Gotcha shakin', nervous, knowin' not how to get away

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all your gonna feel is
In your yard, I see a tree, I see your body hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire that is 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 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 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

What the fuck you wanna do? Be a victim of my
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 ain't that smooth, motherfucker, snooze

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

Macks in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
clip up under my balls, my dick's like 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 a mask on my face

So I won't catch a case, it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just a snake when I creep through your window
So the cops, cold hard on me kin though
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 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 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 1990 6 2000

two to the head, three to the neck and the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta buck him down, gotta him
Down town, talkin' bout' these clowns, shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he 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 with the triple 6
We bust, I knew you wasn't for us am I too much to avoid?
you fuck with us in the lexus truck with Juicy J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, what be on the radio?

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, game
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, open up your own fuckin' account and get up out my

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 mafai mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on to the flo'
With memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice, wrapped up on that game of
How can I lie? When at nine times

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I don't really 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 Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you drownin' in poo poo