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1998, Three 6 mafia, up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, 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 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

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

Can you feel me? Can you me? Did you pick the scene?
A lot of fools done fucked around town, showed up in dreams
Standin' in a hideaway, infra red, guns spray
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous, knowin' not how to get

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all your gonna is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see your hang, see the phone
it up, the wire that is only cut, I meant 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
Cause the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

Playa should have guessed, he was strapped with a 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 to avoid?
you fuck with us in the lexus truck with Juicy J, getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up, what be on the radio?

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

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 mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafia mafia, ya
it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

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

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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on to the flo'
With north convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at hundred times

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