Three 6 Mafia - Mafia

DJ Paul-Talking
Yeah muth*fkaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the mothafkin' "M"
back in this b*tch, nigg*. H-C muth*fkin' P.
Hypnotyze camp muth*fkin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigg*, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this muth*fka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muth*fkin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muth*fkin' Pat, Lord Infamous, and me
DJ muth*fkin' Paul, the king of the muth*fkin' "M" town.
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTYZE MINDS HO!

HOOK
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!...
Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!... Mafia!

La Chat
La Chat, with that gat
The other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got 2 bumpin' girls...

Gangsta Boo
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris fk a glass
nigg* drink it out the bottle...

La Chat
...Don't be hatin' and s**t
'Cause we gettin' paid and s**t
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

Gangsta Boo
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' nigg* posted up
fk you girls up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my fkin' back?

La Chat
Yeah I got your fkin' back
Buckin' girls that be hatin'
Blow their chest up through their back

Gangsta Boo
High as hell can't you tell
'Cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to fk this nigg*
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
fk you other rappers talkin' s**t
You cannot faze me

La Chat
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
fkin' with my family b*tch
It's gon' have to be whatever...

HOOK 1X

Crunchy Blac
How can you relate to this
they be hatin' this
Purple fkin' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you comprehend?
Lock and fkin' load fool
Break the fkin' law fool
Ain't no attitude fool
This is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag
Put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag
Let's go fool, rat tat tat

Juicy "J"
They call me Juicy gigolo
Got hoes that fill
A statue of a fool
With them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you girls
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my d*ck sucked
When I was on the couch
My nigg* walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigg* took her mouth

Project Pat
By love real my nig
Let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig
If ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig
I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig
Who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left
Baller in your blood
White girl up your nose
Ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot
Your car and no strap
Blew your gotd*mn brains
In your partner's lap

Lord Infamous
Choose your weapons
But boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons
Are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor
And this is your therapy
You can have one
So you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged
Bump off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The s**t's very lethal
That I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip
To the Cathedral

DJ Paul
I seen how TV can hurt
And plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues
And Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes
And all them Lexus on lock
The pictures gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them girls hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And that you wish ya'll could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us
Then maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was
And get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber
Because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little hoe 'n'
You knowin' your life's in danger
I do a show y'all in the front row
Hollerin' no kind of s**t

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