Three 6 Mafia - Mafia n***az lyrics

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Three 6 Mafia - Mafia n***az lyrics

[Chorus: Lord Infamous (repeat 2X)] We gotta come like we get doen 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** is still up in us We Mafia n***az We Mafia n***az [Lord Infamous] So damn wicked got some sh** you b**hes never saw I caught you shakin sawed off's pumpin now'll we'll break the law I cut the air off where you breath while I'm blazin on these trees The ? I get from these trees'll take your leg up off You chokin from exhaust You lost up in the sauce You stand against the wall Don't play wit Lord at all You dealin wit some now you pissin down your leg and got a gun against your head you know dis 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**h don't you hit the pause I'll lock you b**hes in the icebox wit it full of frost b**h don't you know that when I'm hi I leave a dimple co*k back dis pistol then I'll pop you like a pimple I got the tunes in the stones In your home wit the chrome You alone and the rest is very simple [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] Ain't no n***a goin play wit me Play wit me my n***a I'ma lay you in the streets All I came for is cheese n***a dat's hard to believe I'ma lock and unload and make your b**h a** bleed Let ya'll know dat I came wit some sh** up my sleeve Know what I mean my n***a It's only Jus me Slip dat knife down my sleeve Slope you dead in your heart Wit only dat sick sh** don't get sh** started [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***a I'ma send em straight through ya School ya Bout dis bidness Bout these boys Ya bout to witness wit these toys [Juicy "J"] Wit dem toys yeah we got em Make the noise when we co*k em Guaranteed to k** and rob em Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun n***az in the street dey found em On dat dog food and Vodka So much dope the blood was toxic And the mind is pure psychotic [Chorus (fades out)]

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