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Chorus (4x): You know me
My here to tell ya

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

4x

[Gangsta
what you know about the south side?
Not a thing, but yo ass do not realize
South is over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, this gangsta bitch
solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6
What you gettin fo?
Nigga you know me so
Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin ho

J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's
Fool it nothin fake
We tote glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You wanna run up to this and talk that ?flodge? and shit
And have yo ass up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me bitch, to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi wrapped up in a sheet
And ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How could fuck this and my fuckin N-i-n-e?
BEEYATCH!

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[D.J.
The Last Man Standin'll be part of the B.O.N.E
from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny
Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die,
Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may wanna be ya
When you come up out that with yo draws off
Sawed-offs we be aimin, never yo games-es
Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin in
Three 6 mutha Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
Wanna after party ain't no us
Comin from the M, ain't no for her or him
Here's a blast from that
Man I doubt ya even in the past
You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong
6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I ya
Bitches after the rest of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the to stand
After the war is

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

It's nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
A smile to a frown make a think that I'm on drugs
Mound where 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, deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child
BITCH!