Mafia Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Mafia Lyrics

    (feat. la chat)

    [dj paul-talking]
    Yeah muthafuckaz! the platinum plaque bringers of the mothafuckin' "m"
    Back in this bitch, nigga. h-c muthafuckin' p.
    Hypnotyze camp muthafuckin posse.
    And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, nigga, night time.
    We about to load them black trucks up. who we got in this muthafucka
    We got my girl la chat, gangsta boo, crunchy muthafuckin' black
    Playboy juice, project muthafuckin' pat, lord imfamous, and me
    Dj muthafuckin' paul, the king of the muthafuckin' "m" town.
    And it's goin' down- hypnotyze minds ho!

    [hook]
    Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!...
    Mafia!... mafia!... mafia!... mafia!

    [la chat]
    La chat, with that gat
    The other queen of memphis
    Hypnotize camp we got 2 bumpin' bitches...

    [gangsta boo]
    ...in the club posted up
    Eight hundred dollar bottles
    Sippin' cris fuck a glass
    Nigga drink it out the bottle...

    [la chat]
    ...don't be hatin' and shit
    'cause we gettin' paid and shit
    Ain't no need be lyin' till i die
    I'm gon' be lovin' this...

    [gangsta boo]
    ...the bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
    Ridin' nigga posted up
    Fuck you bitches up when i come gunnin'
    Lettin' the lugers bust
    Chat, you got my fuckin' back?

    [la chat]
    Yeah i got your fuckin' back
    Buckin' bitches that be hatin'
    Blow their chest up through their back

    [gangsta boo]
    High as hell can't you tell
    'cause my eyes are red as fire
    'bout to fuck this nigga
    Take his money- pimpin' 'till i die
    Hypnotyze minds be the label that pay me
    Fuck you other rappers talkin' shit
    You cannot faze me

    [la chat]
    So you heard it from the queens
    Hcp we be together
    Fuckin' with my family bitch
    It's gon' have to be whatever...

    [hook 1x]

    [lord imfamous]
    How can you relate to this
    Niggaz they be hatin' this
    Purple fuckin' tradin' man
    Barely makin' dividends
    Burn it man, half in
    Better known as "assed in"
    All i want is money man
    Can't you niggaz comprehend?
    Lock and fuckin' load fool
    Break the fuckin' 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

    [juicy "j"]
    They call me juicy gigolo
    Got hoes that fill
    A statue of a fool
    With them platinum tips
    I'm tellin' all you bitches
    To beware of the game
    I'm tellin' all you niggaz
    To beware of the lames
    I freak your baby mama
    Put her on the house
    I got my dick sucked
    When i was on the couch
    My nigga walked in
    He said that hoe was stout
    I hit it from the back
    My nigga took her mouth

    [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 gotdamn brains
    In your partner's lap

    [lord imfamous]
    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 shit's very lethal
    That i place in the needle
    Prepare you for your last trip
    To the cathedral

    [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 gettin' kind of clearer
    I see why them bitches hot
    You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
    And wanna rise 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
    Then 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 hoe 'n'
    You knowin' your life's in danger
    I do a show y'all in the burough
    Hollerin' no kind of shit
    Is that the best way that you know
    To get attention lil bitch
    I understand how they feel
    They feelin' that they left out
    And we the ones movin' on
    So we the ones talked about
    But niggaz keep it your best
    And one day then you'll get a crown
    But until then do a hit of coke
    And keep feelin' down
    'cause suckaz... that's real

    [hook 1x]

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