[Hook]
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
[Verse 1: K-Rock]
N***a, what you know 'bout the K-Rock the bald head?
N***a, we Prophet, motherfucker, don't stop it
Scan fuckin' Man wit' the Glock, make 'em drop it
Damn fool, what's this?
Step into the cut, just smokin' and smokin'
See me locin' and chokin' it
They buck, buck, buck when the po-pos come again
Buck, buck, buck, buck!
Now I was chillin' and ridin' with a couple of my n***as
They caught the motherfucker slippin'
With a mean look to my face, "where you goin'?"
You dodgin' my bullets, runnin' from the deathbed
Two shots to the head, now that n***a dead
I'm outside, be high
Motherfuckers is smoked out and loced out, yeah
If it's a n***a with anna, let it flow to the grave
Let it roll to the dead
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Scarecrow sophisticated thugsta packs his gun, gun barrel smokin' neat freak
The little Infamous's start kickin' in, he gettin' me hype on another bloody pipe leak
Boy you better watch your shit comin' up at me quick
Like ya up to somethin' what's wrong
Gonna make me drum in a world war three to the rock ch-chainsaw massacre run
I was raw since the day I saw that afterbirth comin' out the med room
And ever since that day I've been wanting to put a motherfuckin' slug behind some n***as earlobe
It's weird though, It's weird though
No hollows there is no tomorrow
The Kaze, Lord Infamous, horror
I beat you negroes all goodbye - sayonara
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I'm so high I want to die
Ain't no reason "why"
"Why" ain't no fuckin' alibi
I be wonderin' why
Why do I roll so many blunts?
Do I pull them Three 6 stunts?
Juicy catch me before I jump
Jump off of the ocean side
Ocean side, call it suicide
Suicide is no fuckin' crimes in the devil's eye
It's black
Black in this motherfuckin' bitch
Nothin' poppin but Da motherfuckin' Mafia 6ix
[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
I'm getting smoked out loced out, staying on top of shit
Don't playa hate congratulate me, give me my props bitch, ugh
The top notch n***as I'm scopin' so you can't stop
The Prophet the Posse
The whole damn click strapped with somethin' cop
Don't think I would have sympathy for shit that I said or did
I'm daddy's little girl that got caught up in the wrong biz
So listen to my words of wisdom this shit is so fo' real
The realer the bitch come the stronger the nut will
[Verse 5: Juicy J]
When you hear the word Triple 6
You get sick
Cause you know it's many in our click
Strapped and thick
When the hollow points touch your skin
Then it rips
Travel through your body then your friend
Yo wig split
Man you busters know the mob don't play
When we spray
So it's best that you stay out our way
Or decay
Lyin' your coffin in your grave
Is where you lay
Instead of walkin' round' here like you brave
Now let us pray
[Verse 6: Project Pat]
Loced out, smoked out, where them killas hangin' hoe
Deep down south in the ghetto where we slangin' dope
Lyrics, do you fear it when you hear it enter in your head?
Hypnotizing young motherfuckers, leavin' others dead
Scared from the sight but the truth Project Pat's gonna preach
Strugglin' every night, it's my n***as that I'm tryin' to reach
Locked in the pen, who would never see them streets again
All for the mighty dollar, all for them dividends
[Hook]
Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out)
Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Loced out lo-loced-
Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, Triple Six Mafia
[Verse 7: DJ Paul]
Triple 6 up in your grill, we be kickin' that ass then we takin' that name
Blame it on the funk, pour the drank cause I fuck off with that cocaine
You really don't know nothin' 'bout the Six
Puttin' everything down with the shit
But I promise to God
If a n***a try to test me feel the worst of this click
N***a get more buck to the to the gut
Three 6 with a 40 cal with a pump
We take 'em down through there, n***a who there
Cause the blue that you wear, who cares
Pat blast on that ass, bet he can't last
Raw got him on the run but we on his ass
N***a stop on the track when we get to the B.H.Z
Don't let no n***a pass!
[Hook]
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out, lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, triple six mafia, mafia
Loced out, loced out, loced out lo-loced out loced out
Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Triple, Triple Six Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia (loced out, loced out)
