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

[Lord
Torture til they gone never stay killas laser chrome
Hunting in the zone the enemies roam
Massacre the town all yo rounds make em all fall down
Please don't make a 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, please be so scared
Go and take a
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to
Now I wipe your and blood 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
and you shall find my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to
Up your chest with my jet black tech

4x

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

J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia it's real
Fool it ain't nothin
We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and hesitate
You wanna run up to click 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
in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
And then ya the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How could fuck with this and my N-i-n-e?
BEEYATCH!

4x

[D.J.
The Last Man Standin'll be part of the B.O.N.E
Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my
Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you to die trick
40 caliber, gonna ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch
Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may wanna be ya
When you up out that Chevy with yo draws off
Sawed-offs we be aimin, never yo games-es
Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin in
Three 6 mutha Mafia, fools 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 ya even 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 bound, lost and found, biggest man around
Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon clown
You don't know this
What, malt liquor got you strange?
Rico with that through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, shit, trick
Ain't no need for this cause a man kill you quick
Nigga!

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