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1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' family
Are y'all for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, time, '98, rollin' like dees, smoke the trees bitch

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
'Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, state your last
First, Meyers, Michael, is killin', Three 6 killin'
What will I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights out

Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Did you the scene?
A lot of fools done fucked around town, showed up in your
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, them guns
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 see your body hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the that is only cut, I meant to pray
still 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 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 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

the fuck you wanna do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you dead head in the G
And up out my vehicle and continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now ain't smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put face down
To the floor and you take a look up, I heard about
you cook up, see bitch, this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes, take your
And fuck your hoes, you crack sacks

Macks in your cadillacs, drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up my balls, my dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall, you ran your lip about your
And I'm takin' in on the stash box, your pockets are hoe
And I'm for a jackpot, I wear a mask on my face

So I won't catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't know me
I'm like a snake when I creep through your window
So the cops, cold hard on me kin though
So the 5-0, it's all about survival
I leave like DOA, bitch, that's dead on arrival

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 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
Cause it's the 1990 6 2000

two to the head, three to the neck and the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest, gotta him down, gotta buck him
town, talkin' bout' these clowns, talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town
Since he ain't dead yet, check his head, check his

Playa should guessed, he was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you have known, you was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust, I knew you ready for us am I too much to avoid?
Can't you fuck with us in the lexus with Juicy J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, what be bumpin' on the

is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more game
For the lame, educate them bitches man, stay in focus, hocus
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 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 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 1990 6 2000

Six bitch, so you fuck with this click, 'cause if you fuck
this click, you'll get a little of this gun shots
You must don't who you fuckin' with bitch
we leavin' bodies in body bags, drop em' off in a ditch

Know I mean, kid, know I mean, kid, see we come
A natural bomb, a gun, a natural gimme some
Don't make me make body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia

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

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I don't really it
Koop you hung around that man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but come out to be with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, red, yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool, you drownin' in your poo poo