Mafia Niggaz

(专辑： Chronicles Of The Juice Man: Underground Album - 2002)

[Juicy J:]
Yea all these motherfuckers out here talking that motherfucking shit
Let me guess what you is my nigga, seeeeee!

[Repeat]
(Nigga we don't give a fuck 'cause we don't fuck with'cha kind)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Once we drop, see you on the block
We gon' open shop, with' them thangs that they call them cops
Click, click, click, click, POP!
Don't you step, with'cha weak ass self, yes I know you hard
Three 6 Mafia got this Memphis, Ten. on the, the, the, the LOCK!
Say you real, I can't tell you real, I'll put down a mil'
Talk that hit, mang I getcha mang, shoo-shoo-shoot to kill
And he trill, and he know the deal, always packing steel
Bucking hollows for yo' chest to swallow, fe-fe-fe-fe-feel

[Verse 2: La Chat]
Nigga what bitch? what ho? fucked ya up
Get up, throw it up, better duck, 'finna buck
Cause I'm, 'finna put this lead to 'ya
La Chat gon' have to do 'ya
You bitches talking shitt-a
I'm a have to bring it to ya
I'm strapped up with' them Rugers
So slick, I'm known to fool ya
Hollow tips is going through ya
A bitch that love to shoot ya
What ya talking bout boy? that hoe?
That's me, I breathe this set you bleed
I'm a bitch that don't start shit
But killing off all my enemies

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
Here I go again bitch, loading up them guns
Looking out for my enemies, bitch now here I come
Ain't no fucking with me, ain't no fucking with some
Some of my niggas, bitch we toting guns
Lock and fucking load up, bitch we taking ova'
Bust him in his shoulda', let 'em know they ho to us
Shouldn't of ran that fucking lip, talking bout that Tre shit
Get'cha self dealt with', real motherfucking quick

[Verse 4: Frayser Boy]
Nigga let's do it, let's pursue it if you got beef with' me
Trigger molester, nigga test us, run up dogg you gon' see
Repping that bay, carry that K, and will let loose on you sucka's
I keep it cocked, you will get shot, I'll bury you motherfuckers
This shit I speak, you best to peep it, fo' you end up a victim
This shit is real, don't need to steal, cause these bullets, I sent 'em
They coming at'cha, this I bet'cha, hypnotizing yo mind
I'm known to buck, don't give a fuck, cause I don't fuck with'cha kind

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]
Now it's one thing I ain't gon do, and that's be playing 'round with some ho's
Now it's one mo' thing I ain't gon do, and that's be hanging round' with some foe's
I'm kickin yo' ho ass out this clique
Soon as I see yo' ass ain't shit
Punch the clock out, get yo' Glock out, we can handle this
I'm meaner than yo' regular but try to keep it cool at times
You started war with' the realest niggas, but now I'm 'bout to change yo' mind
Change yo' face, shoot at yo' place, blow you bitch into outer space
Let'chu know that T-R-I-P-L-E-S-I-X don't play

[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
I gotta' do this shit exactly like I have it planned
I want you dead, I want you killed, yo' heart be stopping man
I got to spill your blood, I want to feel it in my hands
And put yo' family in body bags and drag 'em in my van
I'm gonna teach yo weak lil' bitch clique how to do a crime
I'm gonna steal, but shoot you weak fucks for a long time
That's consequences, reprocussions, fuck with' one of us
Your death is signed, sealed, delivered by the Infamous

[Verse 7: Juicy J]
Roll, roll, roll your dope, riding down the street
Chopping up that goody-good, and smoking hydro weed
All these sheisty coward niggas, they can't get with' me
Talking 'bout they pimping, slanging, mayn nigga please
They mad because that Juicy J be on they Tele-V
And have they baby mama hollering, crying on her knees
I tell ya this my nigga, that the hater pays a fee
You gonna have to pay, when ya hate on pimp Juicy

(Nigga we don't give a fuck, cause we don't fuck with'cha kind.) [x4]

(We mafia niggaz, pulling da triggas, do you wanna fuck with' these hot ass niggas?) [x4]