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Three 6 Mafia

"Mafia n*ggaz"

Yeah, ho (repeated in background throughout)

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas We Mafia n*ggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas We Mafia n*ggas

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
So damn wicked, got some sh*t you b*tches never saw
I caught you shakin
Sawed off's pumpin now'll we'll break the law
I cut the air off where you breathe
While I'm blazin on these trees
This .30-30 from these trees'll take your leg all off
You chokin from exhaust
You lost up in the sauce
You splattered 'gainst the wall
Don't play wit Lord at all
You didn't listen, now you p*ssin down your leg
And got a gun against your head
You know this lead is for a bloody brawl
I'm tryna go for boss
Prepare for Holocaust
I got moss and when I toss it will get em off
I'm dirty for the cause
b*tch don't you hit the pause
I'll lock you b*tches in the icebox when I'm full of frost
b*tch don't you know that when I'm high I leave a dimple
c*ck back dis pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple
I got the tomb and the stones
In your home wit the chrome
You alone and the rest is very simple

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas We Mafia n*ggas
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
We gotta come you know dat Devil sh*t is still up in us
We Mafia n*ggas We Mafia n*ggas

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
Ain't no n*gga goin play wit me
Play wit me my n*gga I'mma lay you in the streets
All I came for is cheese n*gga dat's hard to believe
I'mma lock and unload and make your b*tch ass bleed
Let ya'll know dat I came wit some sh*t up my sleeve
Know what I mean my n*gga It's only Jus me
Slip dat knife down my sleeve
Slope you dead in your heart
Wit only dat sick sh*t don't get sh*t started

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Now ever since we done came
Dem hataz didn't play no joke
Try to bounce to the crib
I shot around in dey home
I'm bustin rugaz
Wit some lugaz
Do ya
n*gga I'mma send em straight through ya
School ya
Bout dis bidness
Bout these boys
Ya bout to witness wit these toys

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
Wit dem toys yeah we got em
Make the noise when we c*ck em
Guaranteed to kill and rob em
Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun
n*ggas in the street and flaugin'
On dat dog food and Vodka
So much dope the blood was toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers

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