Mafia Niggaz
[Juicy j:]
Yea all these motherf**kers out
Here talkin' that motherf**kin' sh*t
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!
[repeat]
(nigga we don't give a f**k
'Cause we don't f**k with'cha kind)
[verse 1: juicy j]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them
Thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, pop!
Don't you step, with'cha weak
Ass self, yes i know you hard
Three 6 mafia got this memphis,
Ten. On the, the, the, the lock!
Say you real, i can't tell you real,
I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang i getcha mang,
Shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal,
Always packin' steel
Buckin' hollows for yo' chest to
Swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel
[verse 2: la chat]
Nigga what b**ch? What ho? f**ked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause i'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La chat gon' have to do 'ya
You b**ches talkin' sh*tt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them rugers
So slick, i'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is goin' through ya
A b**ch that love to shoot ya
What ya talkin' bout boy? That hoe?
That's me, i breathe this set you bleed
I'm a b**ch that don't start sh*t
But killin' off all my enemies
[verse 3: crunchy black]
Here i go again b**ch,
Loadin' up them guns
Lookin' out for my enemies,
b**ch now here i come
Ain't no f**kin' with me,
Ain't no f**kin' with some
Some of my niggas,
b**ch we totin' guns
Lock and f**kin' load up,
b**ch we takin' ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let
'Em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that f**kin' lip,
Talkin' bout that tre sh*t
Get'cha self dealt with',
Real motherf**kin' quick
[verse 4: frayser boy]
Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it
If you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us,
Run up dogg you gon' see
Reppin' that bay, carry that k,
And will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot,
I'll bury you motherf**kers
This sh*t i speak, you best to peep it,
Fo' you end up a victim
This sh*t is real, don't need to steal,
Cause these bullets, i sent 'em
They comin' at'cha, this i bet'cha,
Hypnotizin' yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a f**k,
Cause i don't f**k with'cha kind
[verse 5: dj paul]
Now it's one thing i ain't gon do,
And that's be playin' 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing i ain't gon do,
And that's be hangin' round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as i see yo' ass ain't sh*t
Punch the clock out, get yo'
Glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular
But try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas,
But now i'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place,
Blow you b**ch into outer space
Let'chu know that t-r-i-p-l-e-s-i-x don't play
[verse 6: lord infamous]
I gotta' do this sh*t exactly like i have it planned
I want you dead, i want you killed, yo' heart be stoppin' man
I got to spill your blood, i want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' b**ch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak f**ks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, f**k with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the infamous
[verse 7: juicy j]
Roll, roll, roll your dope, ridin' down the street
Choppin' up that goody-good, and smokin' hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talkin' 'bout they pimpin', slangin', mayn nigga please
They mad because that juicy j be on they tele-v
And have they baby mama hollerin', cryin' on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp juicy
(nigga we don't give a f**k,
Cause we don't f**k with'cha kind.) [x4]
(we mafia niggaz, pullin' da triggas,
Do you wanna f**k with' these hot ass niggas?) [x4]
