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Chorus (4x): You know me
My here to tell ya

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

4x

[Gangsta
what you know about the south side?
Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not
South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this bitch
solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6
What you jealous fo?
Nigga you know me so
so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

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

4x

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

4x

Blac]
Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown the Texas thugs
Scrugs, no love, catch 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 don't this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, shit, trick
Ain't no need for this a man will kill you quick
Nigga!

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