[Intro: Juicy J]
You know what?
I don't even wanna do an introduction, man
Ya know I'm sayin?
Just play that shit, man
[Repeat through whole song]
Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
[Verse 1: Lil Wyte]
With an all-star cast on the Hypnotize Minds roster
You a cropduster sprinklin seasonin', we some flyin' saucers
Keep away from what'cha know, twice as far from what'cha don't
Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with us, lil ho
All we do is make our music, keep away from usin' units
Sometimes when they push my crazy button, and then I abuse it
All I publish is the truth, Lil Wyte playin' by the rules
Fuck on us, and make a Choices 2, and end up dyin' foo
[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
I got a pound from Paul and J
Just a call away
It's time to do some dirt, Blast that ball away
They playin' with dog today
I'm real, that's all the way
I'm tryna get that money, dog
I never stall the pay
Got problems? I brought a K
At ten, I caught a case
The early bird gets the first worm
Don't stall today
Get paid till holiday
We tough, from snow to tre
Block a nigga shine
Motherfucka, you on the way
[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I think I got 'em scaaared
Is it because I'm wit' that Six?
Or is it because they all can suck a dick?
I'ma shoot you alll
Just, like a bitch
And when you see me
Don't be actin' like you know me, trick
No competition, y'all niggas bitchin'
Won't ya sit down somewhere and just listen
Don't hate, nigga don't hate
"Yeah, I Rob," and I'll say it to yo face
[Verse 4, Juicy J]
At Summer Jam-ah
Yeah, this bitch was talkin' slander
We caught him slippin' up
And we hit him wit' them hammers
It was glamour
To beat him down like Evander
Dream the playa life or I'll cut you like a panther
He a "Wanksta", sucker far from a gangsta
If that boy was locked in jail
Them niggas probly shank ya
He started runnin', like a bitch, a scurry woman
I heard he into suckin' dicks
And lickin' niggas cummin'
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
I wish a motherfucker would put his hands on me
Have his cranium poppin' off like John Kennedy
Send your enemies to this devilish hunter
Startin' at the kindergarten, grab at yo toddler
Soze Blay! A machine gun killin'
When I slice intestines, they fall out'cha belly
I pump-pump, squeeze trigger
Swing blades, throw grenades
C-4 in ya mouth, blow ya ass away, say blay!
[Verse 6: DJ Paul, Lord Infamous]
Now Hypnotize Minds back on the grind
I just shot my nine for the very ninth time
It was little bitch nigga, that's a killa on CD
But couldn't back it up, when I saw him at [Gunshots]
And I ain't that evil, I hope the nigga get well
Claim he solid as a rock, but I seen his face swell
Now go and tell yo mama, that sissy musta' kill yo' self!
Triple Six is that truth, we ain't no motherfuckin fairy-tale
Ye'ain't dreamin (Hoooo)
[Outro]
(Hoooo)
Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
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Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
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Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
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