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Chorus (4x): You know me
My weapon's here to ya

[Lord
Torture til they gone never alone killas laser chrome
Hunting in the where the enemies roam
Massacre the fire all yo rounds make em all fall down
Please make a sound hear the Devil growl
don't go to sleep never go to sleep
You may not awake I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
The in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping through yo hood, don't be so scared
Go and a look
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I mean to kill
Now I wipe your bone and off my windshield
I'm sitting in the park, on the lost, watching body parts
Burning into sparks, on my saw
Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind
Seek and you shall my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of flesh, I just want to mess
Up your chest with my jet black tech

4x

[Gangsta
Playa you know about the south side?
Not a thing, but yo ass do not realize
South is over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit
North, east, west, all good, gotta represent
with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch
Never solo only roll niggaz down with Triple 6
What you gettin fo?
Nigga you know me so
so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's
Fool it ain't nothin
We tote glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You wanna run up to this click and talk that and shit
And have yo ass up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me bitch, to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi River up in a sheet
And then ya know the Man Standin can't be you or me
How fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e?
BEEYATCH!

4x

[D.J.
The Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E
Comin from that ? 4-0, for my enem-eny
Niggaz tryin to quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die,
Huh, in the Mid-south we see ya, may never wanna be ya
When you come up out that with yo draws off
Sawed-offs we be aimin, with yo games-es
Automatic my brains is, yo fuckin brains in
Three 6 fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
Wanna party ain't no stoppin us
from the M, ain't no love for her or him
Here's a from that blast
Man I doubt ya last in the past
You thought you had some characters, the wrong click
6 gonna carry ya, I bury ya
Bitches alive the rest of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the last to
the war is over

4x

[Gangsta
Deuce, down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs
Scrugs, ain't no love, me slummed of them fuckin drugs
Boys Club bound, lost and found, man around
Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon clown
You don't know nigga
What, malt liquor got you strange?
Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you know this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, shit, trick
Ain't no need for this cause a man will you quick
Nigga!

It's nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
A to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs
Orange where I be, Mackin Child is who I be
A young to arrested got you to my mystery
Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the dollar
Fuckin with my this ho let this beam up out yo collar
Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow the Child beep
BITCH!