Mafia lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, mothaf*ckas
The platinum plaque bringers of the mothaf*ckin' "M"
Back in this b*tch, n*gga. H-C mothaf*ckin' Pizz-e
Hypnotize camp mothaf*ckin' posse. And it's goin' down
Like we always do about this time, n*gga, nighttime
We about to load them black trucks up
Who we got in this mothaf*cka, we got my girl, La Chat
Gangsta Boo, Crunchy mothaf*ckin' Black, playboy Juice
Project mothaf*ckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me, DJ mothaf*ckin' Paul
The king of the muthaf*ckin' "M" town
And it's goin' down- HYPNOTIZE MINDS, HO

[Hook]
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

[Verse 1: La Chat & Gangsta Boo]
La Chat, with that gat, the other queen of Memphis
Hypnotize Camp we got two bumpin' b*tches
In the club posted up, eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris, f*ck a glass, n*gga, drink it out the bottle
Don't be hatin' and sh*t, 'cause we gettin' paid and sh*t
Ain't no need be lyin' until I die, I'm gon' be lovin' this
The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta, ridin' n*gga posted up
f*ck you b*tches up when I come gunnin', lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my f*ckin' back?, yeah, I got your f*ckin' back
Buckin' b*tches that be hatin', blow their chest up through their back
High as hell, can't you tell, 'cause my eyes are red as fire
'Bout to f*ck this n*gga, take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotize Minds be the label that pay me
f*ck you other rappers talkin' sh*t, you cannot phase me
So you heard it from the queens, HCP we be together
f*ckin' with my family b*tch, it's gon' have to be whatever
[Hook]
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
How can you relate to this, n*ggas they be hatin' this
Purple f*ckin' tradin' man, barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in, better known as "assed in"
All I want is money man, can't you n*ggas comprehend?
Lock and f*ckin' load, fool, break the f*ckin' law, fool
Ain't no attitude, fool, this is what we came to do
With them bodies in the bag, put that dope in the bag
Put that money in the bag, let's go, fool, rat tat tat

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
They call me Juicy gigolo, got hoes in fear
A statue of a fool with them platinum tips
I'm tellin' all you b*tches to beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you n*ggas to beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama, put her on the house
I got my di*k sucked when I was on the couch
My n*gga walked in, he said that ho was stout
I hit it from the back, my n*gga took her mouth

[Verse 4: Project Pat]
By love real my nig, let blood spill my nig
Shoot to kill my nig if ya real my nig
Project Pat my nig, I spit facts my nig
Hang with macks my nig, who tote gats my nig
It's blast or be left, baller in your blood
White girl up your nose, ya high off that bud
A slug in the lot, your car and no strap
Blew your goddamn brains in your partner's lap
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
Choose your weapons, but boy choose them carefully
Each of my poisons are deadlier melodies
I am the doctor and this is your therapy
You can have one so you must get a pair of these
Beat, bound and gagged bump off bounty
Place all his pieces all over county
The sh*t's very lethal that I place in the needle
Prepare you for your last trip to the Cathedral

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
I seen how TV can hurt and plus platinum plaques to match
And add them twenties and vogues and Gucci jackets on backs
We got them Bentlys and Benzes and all them Lexus on lock
The picture's gettin' kind of clearer, I see why them b*tches hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin' and bummin' rides in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat and you wish you could
Y'all wish y'all could get back with us and maybe then you could shine
Like the rappers you wish you was and get off the grind
I'm keepin' one in the chamber, because I'm filled up with anger
And when I see yo little ho 'n', you knowin' your life in danger
I do a show y'all in the borough, hollerin' no kind of sh*t
Is that the best way that you know, to get attention lil' b*tch
I understand how they feel, they feelin' that they left out
And we the ones movin' on, so we the ones talked about
But n*ggas keep it your best, and one day then you'll get a crown
But until then take you a hit of coke and keep feelin' down
Cause, suckas... that's real
[Hook]
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!
Mafia! Mafia! Mafia! Mafia!

[Outro]
Mafia!
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