(feat. Gangsta Blac, M-Child)

[Chorus x4:]

You don't know me
My weapon's here to tell ya


[Lord Infamous]
Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome
Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam,

Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down,
Please don't make a sound, hear the Devil growl
Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep

You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared

Go and take a look
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill
Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield

I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts
Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw
Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind

Seek and you shall find my evil is blind
Cause I give a $#&@ less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
Up your $#&@in chest with my jet black tech


[Chorus x4]


[Gangsta Boo]
Playa what you know about the south side?
Not a damn thing, but yo $$# do not realize

South is takin over, ^!$$%, squashin all this bull%#@!
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta (*##$

Never solo only roll with ^!$$%z down with Triple 6
What you gettin jealous fo?
^!$$% you don't know me so

Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

[Juicy J]

Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
Fool it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep them @@#!ed and never hesitate

You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and %#@!
And have yo $$# tied up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me (*##$, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep

Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How could $#&@ with this and my $#&@in N-i-n-e?

BEEYATCH!

[Chorus x4]


[D.J. Paul]
The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E

Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny
^!$$%z tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, (*##$

Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya
When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off
Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es

Automatic my brains is, shootin yo $#&@in brains in
Three 6 mutha $#&@in Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us

Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him
Here's a blast from that blast
Man I doubt ya even last in the past

You thought you had some characters, $#&@in the wrong click
6 ^!$$%z gonna carry ya, I bury ya
(*##$es alive after the rest of demands

The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand
After the war is over


[Chorus x4]

[Gangsta Blac]

Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs
Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them $#&@in drugs
Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around
Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon $#&@in clown
You don't know this ^!$$%

What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange?
Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, (*##$, glorified %#@!, trick
Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick
^!$$%!


[M-Child]
It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
A smile to a frown make a ^!$$% think that I'm on drugs
Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be

A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery
Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar
$#&@in with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar
Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you ^!$$%z to $#&@in sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep

!#$*!

[Chorus]