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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ready for us
style, flip time, '98, rollin' 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 mafia mafia, ya
'Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, state last name
First, Meyers, Michael, is killin', Three 6 killin'
What else I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are naughty or at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights 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
in a hideaway, infra red, them 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 also see body hang, see the phone
it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant to pray
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 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

What the fuck you do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you head in the G ride
And up out my vehicle and continue my jack move
Still gat the dirt, now put it up in your hand
Now ain't smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your down
To the floor and don't you 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 fuck your hoes, you crack sacks

Macks in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra up under my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall, you ran your lip about grip
And I'm in on the stash box, your pockets 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 a snake when I creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops, cold on me kin though
So the 5-0, it's all about survival
I leave them like DOA, bitch, 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
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

should 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 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 up, what be bumpin' on the radio?

is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate 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 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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the
With north memphis convicts, bithces 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
Koop you hung around that nigga man, try so hard to be a
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 fuckin' fool, 'cause you in your poo poo