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Da Mafia 6ix! Three 6 Mafia!

Whatever the fuck you call us!

A lotta niggas wouldn’t be around right now if wasn’t what the fuck it is.

Y’all better fuckin' remember! Y’all’ready know what the fuck it is!

We do this shit! (Mafia!)

We makes this shit! Huh?! (Mafia!)

You know what the fuck it is nigga! (Mafia!)

Mafia 6ix! Lil Wyte! Let’s go! (Mafia!)

I been hood, I been street

Since the first day I been 'round here

Ain’t took shit from nan' tricks

Since the first day you been 'round me

Ain’t nun to do 'bout what I do

Since the first time you been 'round me

I understand why you haters hate

So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me?

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me?

Mi-middle finger up to my competition

What would they do without me?

Middle finger up, middle finger up

People always askin' me «Who created Crunk?»

Why would you even ask

If you know the asnswer chump? (Dumb bitch!)

If a nigga Tear da Club Up, blame it on us

If a nigga hit the dust, you can blame it on us

If yo cars combust, you can blame it on us

Sip syrup in club, you can blame it on us

You can’t name an award in the world my nigga

That I didn’t win it

You can’t’t name a song hot in the club

Without a piece of me off in it

I can brag, shit you try’na get done bitch

, movies and TV-shows bitch

Remember in 1995

I was so live the city was all mine

Only black girl with a all white clique

Put your snake ass down on some brand new shit

I gave you bitches knowledge, how could you forget?

I was makin' hits when was sellin' bricks

But since you don’t remember I got a picture for you

And if you got amnesia, when you need me I’ll ignore ya

Yeah hoe!

I been hood, I been street

Since the first day I been 'round here

Ain’t took shit from nan' tricks

Since the first day you been 'round me

Ain’t nun to do 'bout what I do

Since the first time you been 'round me

I understand why you haters hate

So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me?

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me

Mi-middle finger up to my competition

Middle finger up, middle finger up

Yeahh, yeahhh!!!

I was the first white boy, matter fact, fuck that!

I’m the only white boy up this thang

Still cool with Paul, only fuck with Boo

And me, Lord, Crunchy and Koop' get high as plane

I’m off my rocker, need my medicine

I got a 100 motherfuckers that I’m better than

Should’ve been rappin' anyway, than your job

Couldn’t made more money even if you were president

You, you are heaven sent, me, I’m hellbound

I can tell you what, I can tell you how hell sound

Scary Halloween with the 6

And the Mafia back and I’m all up in the mix, bitch

Yeah I put you on, put money in your hand

In return I got fucked over

What up to that could have been

I gotcha cause I got a pile of dirt

And a caterpillar bull dozer!

Those who remember in Memphis

Waitin' go and pay me bitch

Hooked back up with Mafia 6ix

Now I’m ballin' super sick, sum’bitch

Koopsta Knicca bipolar Billy the Kid

Michael Myer made it cool

My longitude a damn fool

Remember we was young niggas, ran by, shot them niggas

Paul gimme that extra clip, I get back and rock them niggas

K-O-O-P-S-T-A-K-N-I-Double C-A bitch! That’s me

I been hood, I been street

Since the first day I been 'round here

Ain’t took shit from nan' tricks

Since the first day you been 'round me

Ain’t nun to do 'bout what I do

Since the first time you been 'round me

I understand why you haters hate

So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me?

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me

Mi-middle finger up to my competition

Middle finger up, middle finger up

I been claiming G, I been fuckin' with C

I been totin' heat and I been reppin' the streets

I been doin' me nigga, get it how I live

I took two shots and a nigga still live

Now fuck the way you feel, if niggas ain’t real

I pop you in the head with that motherfuckin' steel

I get it how I live and this the way it is

It’s two shots nigga and that’s the way I kill

It’s the Coca Bomb, Heroin Don

I give you a crumb but need the address

To your mammy home

Beat there 'fore you claiming home

Bankroll in a missile launch

Checking every trap I own

Nose white from Colombian

Many times I gave you fronts

Trick you didn’t pay for much

Now you ‘round here wanna stunt

I will rape and rob you cunt

bitin' dick that feed 'em

.50 cal rip off your scalp

With just one chop, remove your features

I been hood, I been street

Since the first day I been 'round here

Ain’t took shit from nan' tricks

Since the first day you been 'round me

Ain’t nun to do 'bout what I do

Since the first time you been 'round me

I understand why you haters hate

So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me?

Middle finger up to my competition

What would they be without me

Mi-middle finger up to my competition

Middle finger up, middle finger up