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Yeah I don't think a lotta niggas will Recognize or realize Where the fuck a lot of this music is goin' down right now Da Mafia 6ix Three 6 Mafia Whatever the fuck you call us Probably a lotta niggas don't be around right now If wasn't is If wasn't fuckin' is Yall better fuckin' remember Yall know who did this We do this shit (mafiaaaaa) We live this shit (mafiaaaaa) YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK IT IS NIGGA (mafiaaaaa) MAFIA 6ix LIL WYTE LETS Go (mafiaaaa) I been hood i been street since the first day been around here Ain't took shit from nan tricks since the first day been around here Ain't no do for what i do since the first day been around here I understand why you haters hate so get the fuck from around me BITCH (Middle finger up to my competition) what would they be without me (Middle finger up Middle finger up) what would they be without me (Middle finger up to my competition) what would they be without me (Middle finger up Middle finger up) what would they be without me People always askin' me "Who created Crunk?" Why you even ask if you know I am, chump (BITCH) If the niggas tear the club up gonna play on us If the niggas hit the dutch they gonna play on us? Servin' in da car they gonna play on us You can't name a win on a war cause i winned You can't put some hot in da club with some of me on it Like a???? Remember in 1995 I was so live the city was all mine Only black girl with a all white clique Put your snake ass down on some brand new shit I gave you bitches acknoledge how can you can get I was makin' hits when while sellin' bricks But if you don't remember i got a picture for you And if you doubt of me you weak niggas all ignore ya I was the first white boy as a matter of fact fuck that I'm the only white boy up this thang Still cool with Paul Only fuck with Boo, and Me, Lord, Crunchy and Koop Get high as plane I'm off my rocker, need my medicine I got a 100 motherfuckers that I'm better than Shoulda been a rapper, anyway do your job Couldn't of made more money even if you were president You you are heaven sent, me I'm hell bound I control your money I can tell ya how hell sound Chilling halloween with the 6 The mafia back and I'm all over the mix bitch Yeah i put you on, put money on your hand In return I got fucked over What up to that could have been I got cha cause I got a pile of dirt And a caterpillar bull dozer I remember in Memphis waitin' go and pay me bitch Put back on the mafia six Now the bars super sick Some bitch koopsta knicca bye holla in the kid Super rude Michael Myers nigga Koop alone to the damn fools Remember when we was young niggas Mad beacuse the sucka niggas Paul gimme the extra clip I cock back then rock this niggas K-O-O-P-S-T-A-K-N-I-Double C-A Bitch let's play I been claiming G I been fuckin' with the city I been tote heats And i been reppin' the streets I been doin' me nigga get it how i live I took two shots and the nigga still livin' Now fuck the way you feel And niggas ain't real I pop you in the head with the motherfuckin' steel I get it how i live and this the way i live Is two shots nigga and that's the way i kill KILL It's the coca bomb Here i'm done? I give you a package Need the address to your mammy home Beat the? claiming home Bankrolling a missile launch Checking every trap I own Nose white from Colombian Many times I gave you brush Trick you didn't pay for much Now you 'round here wanna stunt I will rape and rob you cunt?? 50 cal rip off your scalp with just one chop remove your features
Writer(s): Stephen Soneheim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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