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

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
'Cause it's the 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, your last name
First, Meyers, Michael, Lord is killin', 6 killin'
What else will I say? Even children probably don't give a
If you are naughty or nice at night, sacrifice, bye, lights out

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

Lookin' out the window pane, 'cause all your feel is pain
In your yard, I see a tree, I also see body hang, see the phone
Pick it up, the wire 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 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 you wanna do? Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack, I'll you dead head in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle and continue my move
gat under the dirt, now put it up in your hand
Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker, motherfucker

Move motherfucker, loose motherfucker, put your face
To the floor and don't you take a 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, you crack sacks

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

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

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

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

should have guessed, he was strapped with a fuckin' vest
Hoe you have known, you was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust, I you wasn't ready for us am I too much 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 what I'm screamin', till the day I die, hoe, more
For the lame, educate them bitches man, in focus, hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain 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 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

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 triple 6

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

Know I mean, kid, know I mean, kid, see we come
A natural bomb, a natural gun, a natural gimme
make me make your 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 twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at nine times

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