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Chorus (4x): You know me
My weapon's here to ya

[Lord
Torture til they gone never stay alone killas chrome
Hunting in the zone where the roam
Massacre the town fire all yo rounds make em all fall
Please don't make a sound hear the growl
don't go to sleep never go to sleep
You may not cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
The in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping yo hood, please don't be so scared
Go and a look
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't to kill
Now I your bone and blood off my windshield
I'm sitting in the park, on the lost, watching body parts
into sparks, bloodied on my saw
Lord is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind
Seek and you shall my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to
Up your fuckin chest with my jet black

4x

[Gangsta
Playa what you know about the south
Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not
South is takin over, nigga, all this bullshit
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this bitch
Never solo only roll niggaz down with Triple 6
What you gettin fo?
Nigga you know me so
Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin ho

J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 click it's real
Fool it ain't fake
We tote them glocks and them cocked and never hesitate
You run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit
And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a
Or see me bitch, to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi wrapped up in a sheet
And ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How could fuck with this and my fuckin
BEEYATCH!

4x

[D.J.
The Last Man Standin'll never be of the B.O.N.E
Comin from that ? 4-0, for my enem-eny
Niggaz tryin to come quick, it up you fixin to die trick
40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die,
Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never be ya
When you come up out Chevy with yo draws off
we be aimin, never with yo games-es
Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin in
Three 6 mutha Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
Wanna after party no stoppin us
Comin from the M, no love for her or him
Here's a from that blast
Man I doubt ya even in the past
You thought you had characters, fuckin the wrong click
6 niggaz carry ya, I bury ya
alive after the rest of demands
The Three 6 Mafia, the last to
the war is over

4x

[Gangsta
Deuce, deuce down, crown with the Texas thugs
Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them drugs
Boys bound, lost and found, biggest man around
Never try to me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown
You don't know this
What, malt liquor got you strange?
Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you know this man
G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit,
Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you
Nigga!

It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my mugs
A smile to a frown a nigga think that I'm on drugs
Orange where I be, Mackin Child is who I be
A young to arrested got you stressin to my
Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty
Fuckin my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar
Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to sleep
A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow the Child beep
BITCH!