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that god damm dope…yeah hoe yeah hoe(all throught the song)
we gotta come like we get down ‘n’ dirty for our figas, we gotta come like we
be quick to pull back on some triggas, we gotta come you know that devil sh-t
is still up in us, we mafia n-gg-s, we mafia n-gg-s,(this chourse 1 more time)
so that wicked got some sh-t you b-tches neva saw i come wit shakas and they
b-mpin now i’ll break the law, i cut the air for you breathe, whill im blazin on
theses greens….something anbout trees)..we’ll take yo leg all off, you chokin
from exhaust, you lost up in the sauce, you stumble against the wall,don’t play
with lord at all, you didn’t listin now you p-ssin down yo leg and got a gun
against yo head, you know im headin for a bl–dy ball? im tryin to go for boss,
prepare for all the cops, i got’em possin when i toss it and we’ll get ’em all,
im dirty for the calls, b-tch don’t you hit the b-lls, i’ll lock you b-tches in
the ice box when it’s full of frost, b-tch don’t you know when i am high i leave
a dimplo, c-ck back this pistol and i’ll pop you like a pimpo (pimple), i got
the 2, and the stones, in yo home, with the chrome, you alone, and the rest is
very simpo (simple)

chourse times

aint no n-gg- don’t play with me, play wit me my n-gg- im gonna lay ya in the
street, all i came for is cheese, maybe that’s hard to belive, im gonna lock
down a load and let yo b-tch -ss bleed, let y’all know that i came, wit some
sh-t up my sleeve, know what i mean my n-gg- it’s only just me slit a line down
my sleeve? something put some lead in yo heart, it’s only the sick sh-t, don’t
get sh-t started.

now ever scince we came, them hatas don’t know where to go, they try to go to
they crib, i shot around in there home, im bustin lugas with some lugas do ya
n-gg- im gonna send some straight through ya screw ya, bout this buisness, bout
these boys, bout this witness wit these toys
wit these toys yeah we gotta make the noise when we c-ck ’em guaranteed to kill
’em rob ’em stop ’em wit a saud off shot gun n-gg-s in the street and, frid up
only dog food? and rockin so much dope the restrooms toxic in the madness it’s
like psycotic
the last chourse.

- three 6 mafia

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