Three 6 Mafia Mafia Lyrics

[DJ Paul-Talking]
Yeah m____fuckaz! The Platinum plaque bringers of the m________in' "M"
back in this b____, n____. H-C m____fuckin' P.
Hypnotyze camp m____fuckin posse.
And it's goin' down, like we always do about this time, n____, night time.
We about to load them black trucks up. Who we got in this m____fucka
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy m____fuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project m____fuckin' Pat, Lord Infamous, and me
DJ m____fuckin' Paul, the king of the m____fuckin' "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 b__pin' b____es...

[Gangsta Boo]
...In the club posted up
Eight hundred dollar bottles
Sippin' Cris f___ a glass
n____ drink it out the bottle...

[La Chat]
...Don't be hatin' and s___
'Cause we gettin' paid and s___
Ain't no need be lyin' till I die
I'm gon' be lovin' this...

[Gangsta Boo]
...The bottle-yeah gangsta gangsta
Ridin' n____ posted up
f___ you b____es up when I come gunnin'
Lettin' the lugers bust
Chat, you got my f___in' back?

[La Chat]
Yeah I got your f___in' back
Buckin' b____es 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 f___ this n____
Take his money- Pimpin' 'till I die
Hypnotyze Minds be the label that pay me
f___ you other rappers talkin' s___
You cannot faze me

[La Chat]
So you heard it from the queens
HCP we be together
f___in' with my family b____
It's gon' have to be whatever...

[HOOK 1X]

[Crunchy Blac]
How can you relate to this
n____z they be hatin' this
Purple f___in' tradin' man
Barely makin' dividends
Burn it man, half in
Better known as "a__ed in"
All I want is money man
Can't you n____z comprehend?
Lock and f___in' load fool
Break the f___in' 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 b____es
To beware of the game
I'm tellin' all you n____z
To beware of the lames
I freak your baby mama
Put her on the house
I got my d___ sucked
When I was on the couch
My n____ walked in
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My n____ 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 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
b__p off bounty
Place all his pieces
All over county
The s___'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 pictures gettin' kind of clearer
I see why them b____es hot
You hoes is strugglin' and starvin'
And wanna rise in the hood
It's cold I'm crankin' up heat
And that you wish ya'll 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 front row
Hollerin' no kind of s___