[Hook: Juicy J] 2x
So n***a just step up if you know you got the nuts
For my nine millimeter so you can be bucked
Mane we gettin’ tired of these n***as talkin’ sh**
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6
[Verse 1: Scan Man]
Criminal minded n***a mane
These demons dwelling in my soul
Crazy as this pimpin’
But you n***as just didn’t hear me though
Devil Shyt is what I do, mane I just don’t give a f**
Trick (?) sh-izz-it mane them hoes can catch a f**in’ slug
Clickin’ is the Scan Man
I’m clickin’ like a motherf**ing murder man
Droppin’ b**hes in my stash
When you hear that Triple 6 nine blast
Easily this pimp increase cause I have no L-O-V
For a motherf**in’ n***a claimin’ Haven way
(Scan let’s get that b**h)
n***a (?) these demons gonna make me f**ing click
(?) robbing you n***as for riches to get my f**in’ a** in
If you don’t want to be part of my ritual
Trick don’t make me f**ing mad
Cause I will come with that redruM
And sacrifice yo monkey a**
Pimp sh**, k**a, the Scan Man breaking you n***as
Off something mane proper
When I creep up there’s no stoppin’
These n***as better watch out for the ritual k**as
‘fore we get ya
We leave ya to die as we chant them satan lullaby
[Verse 2: K-Rock]
Juicy stay tight, Paul got the grill
Headed for Beale Street with trunks of that steel
Triple 6 Mafia, Gin and Juice coughin’ straight from the (?)
(?) we smokin’ the f**ing (?)
K-Rock my name, I like when you game
We don’t just rap but we shoot up them thangs
Fall up into the damn … smoke a blunt … f**in’ (?)
… with Triple 6 … don’t f** with the G Juicy J
Crank up the cl-izz-ick mane (?) bullets (?) hollow I spray
DJ Paul, Break the Law, Triple 6, Mystic Style
f** this sh**, k**a …
Koopsta the k**a man robbed him and beat him
And dumped all his body parts into my trunk
25 years of my life time in the state pen
Damn when I stay in that punk
[Verse 3: MC Mack]
Motorola cellular phone
Herringbone with the D around my neck
Once again n***as it’s the Mack off in a polo set
Bustas flaugin’ and fakin’ and traitin’
These n***as must really don’t know the time
Trick get out my f**in’ face and hoe go catch up with yo kind
Sprayin’, layin’ lemons to the canvas once again it’s MC Mack
I got the .380, I ain’t traitin’ or fakin’, chrome yawk to yo back
Pull out my yawk on a busta a** n***a who’s runnin’ his liquor
How you figure Mack gon’ let you slip and slide
See West Haven n***as never pimpin’
Chiefin’ blunts all night my n***as stay high from them (?)
Back slappin’ b**hes with a pistol
Never ever will I keep a lemon lame
On my side I keep a tone in hand so I’m the man
Mackin’ slappin’ shakin’ breakin’ b**hes for they f**in’ riches
Hopped off in my green Elantra f-izz-ame with them gold (?)
Busta n***a run yo mouth and see just where yo body hang
Poppin’ the gauge like you do (?)
My n***as be knowin’ that yo punk-a** ain’t down
But now you’s a victim of the tone
So turn yo lemon lame a** around
Try me once my n***a and you die
Lil’ Dre with the HK, Mac-10 on my hip
I cocked it back for the Rudy Poot trick that’s runnin’ lip
[Hook: Juicy J] 2x
So n***a just step up if you know you got the nuts
For my nine millimeter so you can be bucked
Mane we gettin’ tired of these n***as talkin’ sh**
So now you gonna witness the Mafia Three 6