Three 6 Mafia - Last Man Standing

Chorus (4x): 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 fk less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
Up your fkin chest with my jet black tech

Chorus 4x

Gangsta Boo
Playa what you know about the south side?
Not a d*mn thing, but yo as* do not realize
South is takin over, nigg*, squashin all this bulls**t
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta b*tch
Never solo only roll with down with Triple 6
What you gettin jealous fo?
nigg* 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 c*cked and never hesitate
You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and s**t
And have yo as* tied up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me b*tch, 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 fk with this and my fkin N-i-n-e?
BEEYATCH!

Chorus 4x

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
tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, b*tch
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 fkin brains in
Three 6 muth* fkin 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, fkin the wrong click
6 gonna carry ya, I bury ya
girls alive after the rest of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand
After the war is over

Chorus 4x

Gangsta Blac
Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs
Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fkin drugs
Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around
Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fkin clown
You don't know this nigg*
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, b*tch, glorified s**t, trick
Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick
nigg*!

M-Child
It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
A smile to a frown make a nigg* 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
fkin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar
Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you to fkin sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep
b*tch!

Chorus

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