(feat. The Dayton Family)

Hahaha

1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the mother$#&@in' dayton family

Are ya'll ready for us
Bring the pain
(*##$ ya'll ain't ready for us

Miphia style
Flip time
98

Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees (*##$


[Chorus x2]
We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)
Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)


Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000


[scarecrow]
Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel

On both sides
I'm suin'
Huntin'

All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, michael

Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will i say

Even children
Probably don't give a $#&@ 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 $#&@ed around town
Showed up in your dreams

Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin'

Gotcha nervous
Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' 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 (*##$

Your time is up

[Chorus x4]


[dayton family]
What the $#&@ you wanna do

Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'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 ain't that smooth
Mother$#&@er

Snooze mother$#&@er
Move mother$#&@er
Loose mother$#&@er
Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up

I heard about what you cook up
See (*##$ this is a stick up
I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And $#&@ your hoes

Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs
Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
$#&@in' up your #~!!@ wall

You ran your lip about your grip
And i'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And i'm lookin' for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face

So i won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake
When i creep through your window
So mother$#&@ the cops

Cold hard on me kin though
So mother$#&@ the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like d-o-a
(*##$ that's dead on arrival

[Chorus x4]


Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[dj paul]
Give'em two
To the head
Three to the neck

And the other $#&@in' tip
Too his mother$#&@in' chest
Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' %#@! up in my $#&@in' town
Since he ain't dead yet

Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a $#&@in' vest
Hoe you should have known
You was $#&@in' with the triple 6
We bust

I knew you wasn't ready for us

[gangsta boo]
Am i too much
To avoid, can't you $#&@ with us
In the lexus truck with juicy j
Getting $#&@ed up

Tearin' the club up
What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what i'm screamin'
Till the day i die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them (*##$es man
Stay in focus
Hocus pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business (*##$
Open up your own $#&@in' account
And get up out my %#@!

[Chorus x4]

Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

[crunchy blac]
6 (*##$
So don't you $#&@ with this click
Cause if you $#&@ with this click
You'll get a little of this (gun shots)
You must don't know who you $#&@in' with (*##$
Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop em' 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
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia mafia mafia mafia

[koopsta knicca]
Stick em' dead
Kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts
Bithces call me koopsta hoe
$#&@ 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 don't really done it
Koop you hung around that ^!$$% man
Try so hard to be a soldier (*##$
But come out to be dealt with trick
I'm sick in the head
Better call fred
Dirty red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late $#&@in' fool
Cause you drownin' in your poo poo