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

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 for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, state your name
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', Three 6
What else I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are naughty or 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 town, showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, them guns
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous, knowin' not how to get

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all gonna feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire that is only cut, I to pray
You're 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 for us, we mafai mafia 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 mafai mafia, ya

What the fuck you do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll leave you dead in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle and continue my move
Still gat under the dirt, now put it up in hand
Now that smooth, motherfucker, snooze motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your down
To the and don't you take a look up, I heard about
What you cook up, see bitch, is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes, your cheese
And fuck your hoes, givin' you sacks

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

So I catch a case, keepin' it low key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake when I through your window
So motherfuck the cops, cold on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0, it's all survival
I leave them DOA, bitch, that's dead on arrival

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 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
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

Mafia is what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, game
For the lame, educate them bitches man, in focus, hocus pocus
my best to maintain High as the sky is why it's my business,
Bitch, open up your own fuckin' account and get up out my

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 for us, we mafai mafia 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 mafai mafia, ya
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, bithces me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice, wrapped up on game of dice
How can I When at nine hundred times

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