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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the Dayton family
Are y'all for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll 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
it's the 1990 triple 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 your name
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What else will I say? Even children probably don't 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 fucked around town, showed up in your
Standin' in a hideaway, 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 body hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire that is 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 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 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 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 move
Still gat the dirt, now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your 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 your tippy toes, take your
And your hoes, givin' you crack sacks

Macks back in your cadillacs, drop in my draws
clip 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 stash box, your are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot, I wear a on my face

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

Give'em two to the head, three to the neck and the fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, buck him down, gotta buck him
Down town, bout' these 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 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 lexus truck with J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, be bumpin' on the radio?

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more
For the lame, educate them bitches man, stay in focus, pocus
Tryin' my to maintain High as the sky is why it's my business,
Bitch, open up your own 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 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

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

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

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