[Intro: Juicy J]
You know what?
I don't even wanna do an introduction, man
Ya know I'm sayin?
Just play that sh**, 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 f** with us, lil ho
All we do is make our music
Keep away from usin' units
Sometimes when they push my crazy bu*ton
And then I abuse it
All I publish is the truth
Lil Wyte playin' by the rules
f** 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 dogg today
I'm real, that's all the way
I'm tryin'a get that money, dogg
I never stall the pay
Got bottles, I brought a K
At ten, I caught a case
The early bird gets the first worm
Don't stall today
Get paid, til holiday
We tough, from snow to tre
Block a n***a shine
Motherf**a, 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 s** a dick?
I'ma shoot you allll
Just, like a b**h
And when you see me
Don't be actin' like you know me, trick
No competition, y'all n***as b**hin'
Won't ya sit down somewhere and just listen
Don't hate, n***a don't hate
"Yeah, I Rob" and I'll say it to yo face
(Verse 4, Juicy J)
At Summer Jam-ah
Yeah, this b**h 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 "wa*ksta"
s**er far from a gangsta
If that boy was locked in jail
Them n***as probly shank ya
He started runnin'
Like a b**h, a scurry woman
I heard he into s**in' dicks
And lickin' n***as cummin'
[Verse 5: Lord Infamous]
I wish a motherf**er would put his hands on me
Have his cranium poppin' off like John Kennedy
Send your enemies to this devilish heart of
Startin' at the kindergarten Grab at yo toddler
Soze Blay! A machine gun k**in'
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 a** away, say blay!
(Verse 6, DJ Paul)
Now Hypnotize Minds
Back on the grind
I just shot my nine
For the very ninth time
It was little b**h n***a
That's a k**a on CD
But couldn't back it up
When I saw him at [Gunshots]
And I ain't that evil
I hope the n***a get well
Claim he solid as a rock
But I seen his face swell
Now go and tell yo mama
That sissy mista' (k** yo' self!)
Triple Six is that truth
We ain't no motherf**in fairy-tale
Ye'ain't dreamin (Hoooo)
(Hoooo)
Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
(Hoooo)
Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
(Hoooo)
Mafia! Mafia-ya-ya! Mafia!
(Hoooo)