Featuring dayton family
Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckinand' dayton family
Are yaand'll ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch yaand'll ainand't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip time
98
Rollinand' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch
Chorus x2
We mafia is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)
Cause itand's the 1990 triple 6 2000
(scarecrow)
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
Iand'm suinand'
Huntinand'
All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael
Lord is killinand'
Three 6 killinand'
What else will i say
Even children
Probably donand't give a fuck if you are naughty or nice
At night
Sacrifice
Good bye, lights out
(juicy j)
Can you feel me
Can you hear me
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done fucked around town
Showed up in your dreams
Standinand' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakinand'
Gotcha nervous
Knowinand' not how to get away
Lookinand' out the window pane
Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard i see a tree
I also see your body hang
See the phone
Pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray
Your still gonna die
Too late bitch
Your time is up
Chorus x4
(dayton family)
What the fuck you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
Iand'll leave you dead head in the g ride
And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand
Now ainand't that smooth
Motherfucker
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker
Put your face down to the floor
And donand't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up
Iand'm takinand' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And fuck your hoes
Givinand' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dickand's like a 44
Fuckinand' up your pussy wall
You ran your lip about your grip
And iand'm takinand' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And iand'm lookinand' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face
So i wonand't catch a case
Keepinand' it low key
Donand't nobody know me
Iand'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops
Cold hard on me kin though
So motherfuck the 5-0
Itand's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
Bitch thatand's dead on arrival
Chorus x4
Cause itand's the 1990 triple 6 2000
(dj paul)
Giveand'em two
To the head
Three to the neck
And the other fuckinand' tip
Too his motherfuckinand' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkinand' boutand' these clowns
Talkinand' shit up in my fuckinand' town
Since he ainand't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a fuckinand' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was fuckinand' with the triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasnand't ready for us
(gangsta boo)
Am i too much
To avoid, canand't you fuck with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting fucked up
Tearinand' the club up
What be bumpinand' on the radio
Mafia is what iand'm screaminand'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryinand' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why itand's my business bitch
Open up your own fuckinand' account
And get up out my shit
Chorus x4
Cause itand's the 1990 triple 6 2000
(crunchy blac)
6 bitch
So donand't you fuck with this click
Cause if you fuck with this click
Youand'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must donand't know who you fuckinand' with bitch
Cause we leavinand' bodies in body bags
Drop emand' off in a ditch
Know i mean kid
Know i mean kid, huh
See we come from
A natural bomb
A natural gun
A natural gimme some
Donand't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerinand' out mafia mafia mafia mafia
(koopsta knicca)
Stick emand' dead
Kill emand' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the floand'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can i lie
When at nine hundred times
You said you was a man of the house
I donand't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick
Iand'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gonand' look
Too late fuckinand' fool
Cause you drowninand' in your poo poo
