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Chorus (4x): You don't me
My weapon's to tell ya

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

4x

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

J]
Yeah, Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep cocked and never hesitate
You run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit
And have yo ass tied up and thrown off in a ditch
Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a
And then ya know the Last Man Standin be you or me
How could 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, searchin for my
Niggaz tryin to come quick, it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna 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 yo draws 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 ain't no us
from the M, ain't no love for her or him
Here's a blast from blast
Man I doubt ya even last in the
You thought you had some characters, the wrong click
6 niggaz carry ya, I bury ya
Bitches alive after the of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the to stand
the war is over

4x

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

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