Triple, triple, triple, triple
Triple (*##$ mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy

Fli-Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

Hangin low cheefin high, time to make you (*##$es cry

Triple (*##$es talkin %#@!, $#&@ you hoes are gonna die
Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness
Break the law so super slaw, boy you can't compare to this

Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes
A fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow
Now the $#&@ you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese

Half the %#@! you makin (*##$, glorifyin Gangsta B.
Thinkin bout my ^!$$% clout, Playa Fly's in the house
Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout

^!$$% its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk
Tie you to ^!$$%z bump but busta you won't reach the trunk
Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numb

Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some
Just cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya
Proppin ya, droppin da triple (*##$ mafia


[Chorus:]
Triple (*##$ mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin
Three six runnin
[x4]


Man I wish you playaz would, do the %#@! you clam you could
Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my $#&@in hood

Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack
I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack
In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya $#&@in heart stop

Drop to ya $#&@in guns, leave you reachin for ya glocks
Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side
Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line

Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes
Any (*##$es clamin sixes ho you goin up in smoke
As I hear them country raps, comin from a Crunchy Blac

Man you soundin super wack and Fly know who behind that
Pranksta Boo, ho you through, ho I gotta get you too
Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew

And to you, you handicap (*##$ ya I'm watchin ya
Flizy gone $$#assinate the triple (*##$ mafia


[Chorus x4]

Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up

Runnin felony or jack, $#&@ around and get it stuck
$#&@ feelin $#&@ed now what's up, put you on the spot
Triple six is sayin %#@!, marks would pass them plastic glocks

Put the pistol in yo face, if you run $#&@ the chase
Hollow tips would stop the pop and lemon pillers win the race
Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low

Busta talkin off the map, wonder do yo rollas know
Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler then his clan though
Riden wit the triple (*##$ is but ana 'ho

Now you know, and to you, busta (*##$ call up Koop
Talk so weakly to that (*##$, now that ho is runnin you
Juicy clam he smokin sqaures playa know you a lie

As we cheefed them mega blunts, I thought you was bout to die
Now I'm stayin super high and raisin trigger itch
If you keep on talkin %#@!, I'll triple fix a triple (*##$


[Chorus x6]


[Talking until end of song]