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Da Mafia 6ix feat. Juicy J, Kingpin Skinny Pimp, Lil Wyte, La Chat, Project Pat, Locodunit, Point Blank, JGRXXN & Kokoe
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Yeah, Skeleton, Addiktives And we the motherfucking mafia, 6ix Classic shit, body parts Who we got in this motherfucker? Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous Crunchy Black, La Chat, Loco Donnie, Lil Wyte Skinny Pimp, JGRXXN, Coco, Point Blank, Project Pat, what? Mafia, what's up with it though? Mafia, mafi-mafia, what's up with it though, with it though? And I know y'all didn't think I was gon' Leave my boy Juicy J out this motherfucker Bitch! Juicy J, I keep them shooters, the gun get down cause I say so Talking all that tough shit, now what the fuck you niggas scared for? They about that action, they don't do no rapping Ain't got shit to lose, they grab them choppers and start clapping Pull up at your mama house, everybody is a victim Nigga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission Gone, now you gone, miss them choppers on us, no pistols Couple hundred rounds gun you down, shit sound like some missiles Man these niggas ain't straight, niggas ain't getting no cake Niggas ain't flipping no weight, niggas just getting in the way Boy these streets ain't safe, try me, make my day Point them guns your way and now he ain't got no face O.D. in the game and a nigga stay focused I'm 'bout to start playing with y'all, I start coaching My nigga I'll stop never spent you a dollar When I'm in the club I cop one hunnit bottles You hatin' ass niggas you ain't got no spine 80 Grand on my watch so I can't waste no time Not only a threat, I am also the best You gon' have to learn to accept it like death Which one of you fuck niggas wanna test me? Real goon, real G, they gon' call the police Siren sounds get these niggas up out they home I had to serve a couple snatching ups up out they door North Memphis, beat down, caught 'em on the rebound Deftone, fuck your town, cry now, gun sound Dead men, broke bars, mo' to be pulled apart Koopsta too hard, my God, body parts But you got no scope Riding through the hood, pulling up for the dope And a whole lotta bags of the black op seal Real street niggas don't ride ill Ducking and dodging the cops and shit Know that shit took cops some bricks But I bounce back right quick, Mafia 6ix It's Kingpin Skinny Pimp in this bitch With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunchy and Koop We breaking the law, down to die with my dawgs It's a fact y'all, we turn it up hood to hood Strap on, crack and bud, all of us got some plugs Niggas ain't got no money, why you tryna fuck with us? I got them thangs changed, I hope you ready for what has begun Dropped all these body parts in my Trunk and I did that there just for fun Paul told me a long time ago this day would come, it's finally here I got blonde hair, four thousand blue and my German blood is dead pure Yeah I'm all the way gone ho and you need this shit Get blessed like you done sneezed and shit I'm starting a new religion, the Scarecrow will be my deacon bitch Mafia for life with me and my third eye will always see a six I'm fully involved with all of this, it's Lil Wyte 'til I fall asleep I'm all about my millions and I'm all about my bread Shooting these motherfuckers dead in the head I'ma make sure all you motherfuckers dead Catch a nigga slipping, get 'em by the dreads Duck duck, take one, that's what I said Check up on my left, look up under the bed All a nigga came for is motherfucking bread Mafia 6ix in this motherfucking bitch La Chat bitch, I'm wrecking shit Bitch, talk, we tax this shit Lot of hoes be talking shit Fuck the hoes bitch, smack this bitch Memphis City my game land, right hand my gun hand Fuck up and get fucked off that bullshit, fuck you sayin'? Bodies we be slaying, fuck the government and Trump No remorse for all these haters, run 'em down like Forrest Gump Westwood is my hood and I rep it all day Automatic Desert Eagles if the tools wanna play Got the chopper on the floor, work on the stove Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose All these bands I been juuging, know my hustle, know my grind You get fucked off lil pussy, but not finger fucked in time Keep that grass like a lawnmower, like a rake Country nigga like Django, slick as a snake Anything for the money, rapping dummies you been had Put that pistol beside your head, I'm like damn, now check that bag The project's like them Rolexes and them Breitlings Duffle bag full of motherfucking dead white men Thought your bitch pussy was on lockdown like the pen But I smashed on her ass like a center tight end Running with old niggas, I am the role model If the high, then I go and roll proper Drank up the gold bottles Ain't with the real, chill with the real robbers Killers and pill poppers We popping that shit and the niggas is still choppers Popping you feel about it, real lame Skeleton tatted from my arm, drum in my palms Kush weed in my index and my thumbs, AK for my lungs Loaded tommy guns, spit the tongues Kill 'em one by one and dump all they body parts into my trunk A-Town, 6ix Didn't give a fuck about yesterday, don't give a fuck today And tomorrow, I'm probably gon' feel the same fucking way They love me when I hit it, hate me when I miss it So much 'gnac in my system you can smell it when I piss it I smoke like a broke down engine I love my money like I love my women Let me show you how to whip it, let me show you how to pack it Let me show you how to sell it, let me show you how to stack it Pillow talking with these rats might get you excited But don't let the pillow talk get you greenlighted Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia 6ix But I breathe H-Town and I'ma die Coalition Bitch if I ain't told you once, told you a million motherfucking times I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my fucking grind Miss me with that shit, it's the wrong night Body parts, hope it's them bitch niggas I don't like M, money ass niggas and banana clips A, air water niggas bound to make me click F, fucking with the 6ix, catch a hollow tip I, I never go, never hop my clique A, Anna for you niggas to the gristle And niggas think they superman so you can get your issue Me and Waze will put 'em in the trunk JGRXXN on the scene with the body parts and dump I'm the hardest Mexican out of West LA Talk that shit, your body end up in the fucking bay All I listen to is Eazy and W.A Now I'm riding with the mafia, homie don't be strange More killers, drug dealers, cap peelers Fat hoes that never catch feelings Y'all don't want it (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Y'all don't want it (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Tell 'em turn down for kids (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Tell 'em turn down for kids (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Fuck all you bitch ass niggas! It's a murder chainsaw massacre, a rich nigga come attackin' ya I'm leakin' on that Dracula, the bullets ghetto smackin' ya The ammo enter fresh, then they comin' out the back of ya I got a butcher blade, it's gettin' frantic when I'm stabbin' ya Dagger detachin' ya, sledge hammer smash ya up Foot on the gas, then light a match, watch your ass combust I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners Mission to injure ya, decrease your temperature Serial killer, wicked voodoo minister Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian Shoot you in the porcelain, your kids need a orphanage Careful when corporal Illuminati on the mix All these fake ass hoes in my face, mane, we ain't cool Got back with the shit, now I'm givin' bitches rules Pulled up unexpected, got them bitches shakin' Leave you like you shot your own self in the basement Grew up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy I don't give a fuck about what they sayin' Hashtag that shit, put 'em in the river Muddy Mississippi, we some cold stone killers I am the Devil, and I am here to do the Devil's work The champ is here! Up out the car and I'm swingin' Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me, what was they thinkin'? What the fuck they on, what the hell these niggas been drinkin'? I'm too deep in the game, I do take these niggas to liquids Get out of line with these others, wanna beef? You out of sequence I put your head on a secret, I'll make you stop breathin' I'll leave your ass stinkin' without me even fuckin' blinkin' I'm harder than hard, don't fuck with the God I come from a part where niggas don't starve, but niggas they end Don't give a fuck about friends, them niggas ain't in I leave 'em leakin' in the dead, and that's a fuckin' bad end My Glock don't give a fuck about a nigga when I pull the trigger It don't care if you're even a fuckin' nigga This pussy shit is unacceptable, don't touch my testicles I'm pointin' red decimals and leavin' you niggas vegetables It been Franks and Jacksons, the only way I got two faces Hydroshock bullets strong enough to take off two faces Niggas got my name on they tongue like it's shoelaces I lace you niggas with revolver bullets and leave no traces Evil mug, leave a slug, mouth full of silverware Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaires You dislike intensive care, put you niggas in prison care I don't give a fuck about cancer, I never care I'm a millionaire, so the trap house I quit Nah, I'm lyin', I still sell a brick I come from the Hill, so I still sell a bitch Ride around in a Rolls with my nose in that shit Keep a hella gun, big gun, you really want some? I ain't Santa, I'm Satan, my guns go rump-a-pum-pum And I bomb on these bitches like Vietnam These niggas know where the fuck I'm comin' from Don't try to play dumb, you're done, bitch! Fuck you motherfuckers! I'm outta here, I'm goin' to the bar