[Intro: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo]
Yeah! Scale-A-Ton advocates
Wuh, and we Da motherf**ing Mafia Six
Cla**ic sh**, Body Parts, who we got in this motherf**er?
Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black
La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGRXXN
Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat
WHAT?
Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe?
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe
And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy
Juicy J out this motherf**er
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J I keep them shooters
They gun you down cause I say so
Talking all that tough sh**
Now what the f** you n***as scared for?
Lay up off that action
They don't do no rapping
Ain't got sh** to lose
They grab them choppers and start clapping
Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim
n***a we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission
Gone, now you going to miss
Them choppers on them snow pistols
Couple hundred rounds gunned you down
sh**'s just like some missiles
Many of these n***as ain't straight
n***as ain't getting no cake
n***as ain't flipping no weight
n***as just getting in the way
40 you say say, try me, make my day
Point them guns your way and now you ain't got no face
Oh we in the game and them n***as that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci
My n***a I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars
When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles
You hating a** n***as you ain't got no spine
They run up on my watch, so I can't watch no time
Not only a threat, I'm also the best
You gon' have to learn to accept it like d**h
[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Which one of you f** n***as wanna test me
Real goons, real me, they gone call the police
Siren sounds, get dis b**h up out this hoe
I had to show his cover ,snatchin' nuts up out they throat
North Memphis beat down, caught 'em on the rebound
Deftones, Funky Town, cry now, gun sound
Dead mane broke parts, more to get pulled apart
Koopsta too hard ,my god, body parts
[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]
Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck
Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door
Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale
Real street n***as don't hide here
Ducking and dodging the cops and sh**
[?]
But it bounce right back at big Mafia six
They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this b**h
With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop
We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all
We turning it up, put to hood [?]
All of us gots a plug
n***as ain't got no money but still trying to f** with us
[Verse 4: Lil Wyte]
And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun
Dumped all this body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun
Paul told me a long time ago "This tape will come"
And it's finally here
I got blonde hair, blue eyes, [?] my german blood is that pure
Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this sh**
Get blessed like you done sneezed or some sh**
I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow
Will be my beacon b**h
Mafia for life with me, my third I will always see a six
I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased b**h
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread
Shoot these motherf**ers head in the head
I'mma make sure all you motherf**ers dead
Catch a n***a slipping, hit him with the bat
Duct-Duct tape them, that's what I said
Check from over there, look up under the bed
All a n***a came for was motherf**ing bread
Mafia Six in this motherf**ing b**h
[Verse 6: La Chat]
La Chat b**h, I'm wrecking sh**
b**h talking, texting and sh**
[?]
[?], respect this b**h
Lips still in my game mane, right hand's my gun hand
f**ed up, we getting f**ed up, that bull sh**, f** you say?
Bodies we be slaying, f** you we dump them in your trunk
No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump
Crestwood is my hood, and I rep it all day
I'm the madest desert eagle till the twos wanna play
[Verse 7: Project Pat]
Pat'aahh
Chopper on the floor, work on the stove
Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose
All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my grind
You get f**ed up little p**y with my fingers on this nine
Cut the gra** like a lawnmower, like a rake
Fought you n***as like Django, quick as a snake
Anything for the money, [?]
With the pistols upside your head I'm like d**h checkmate
Project like the Rolex's and them Breitling's
Duffel bag full of motherf**ing dead white meat
Thought you b**h p**y was on lock down like a pimp
But I smashed on the a** like [?]
[Verse 8: Locodunit]
Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model
You f** with my high, you're not going to roll right
Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real
Chill with the real robbers, k**ers and pill poppers
We cuffing that sh** and them n***as that steal choppers
f** you feel about this? Real lane
Scale-A-Ton tatted on my arm, drawn in my palms
Kush between my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs
Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, k** them one by one
Dump all the body parts into my trunk
[Verse 9: Point Blank]
Didn't give a f** about yesterday, don't give a f** today
And tomorrow
I'm probably going to feel the same f**ing way
They love you when I hit it, hate me when I miss it
So much yack in system you can smell it when I'm pissing
I smoke like a broke down engine
I love my money like I love my women
Let me show you how to whip it
Let me show you how to pack it
Let me show you how to sell it
Let me show you how to stack it
Pillow talking with these rest might get you excited
But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted
Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia Six, but I breathe H-Town
I'mma die coalition, coalition
Told you once, told you a million motherf**ing times
I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my f**ing grind
Mix me with that sh**, it's the wrong night
Body parts, hope it's them b**h n***as I don't like
[Verse 10: J-Green, aka JGRXXN]
Monkey a** n***as sit banana clips (aye)
And water n***as 'bout to make me click (them)
f**ing with the Six catch a hollow tip
I never go, never without my click
Ana for you n***as to the grizzle
And n***as think they superman, so you can get your issue
Six million ways to put them in the trunk
JGreen on the scene, put the body parts in dump
[Verse 11: Kokoe & DJ Paul]
I'm the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A
Talk that sh** your body end up in the f**ing bay
All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A
Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie here to spray
Numb k**ers, drug dealers, cap-pealers
And hoes that never catch feelings
Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag
Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch
Nah b**h (Don't want it)
Nah b**h (Don't want it)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it)
Scale-A-Ton advocates, Scale-A-Ton advocates, you don't want nothing b**h
[Verse 12: Lord Infamous]
It's the murder chainsaw ma**acre
Unleash the corpse attacking ya
I'm leaking them like dracula
The bullets get on smacking ya
The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya
I got a butcher blade
It's getting frantic when I'm stabbing ya
Dagger detachin'-ous, sledge hammer smash ya up
Put on the gas and light a match with your a** combust
I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners
Mission to enter ya, decrease your temperature
Serial k**er, wicked voodoo minister
Scorpion, sometimes I'm Dr. Kevorkian
Shoot you in the porcelain, and give me the orphanage
Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament
[Verse 13: Gangsta Boo]
All these fake a** hoes in my face, mane we ain't cool
But back with the Six, now im gettin' b**hes, boo sewed up
Unexpected gather, b**hes shaking
We would like you shot your own self in the basement
Rule up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy
I don't give a f** about what they saying
Hashtag that sh**, put them in the river
Muddy Mississippi we some stone cold k**ers
[Verse 14: DJ Paul]
Yeah, the Chump is here
I'm 'bout to come out swinging
Father why these n***as f** with me, what was they thinkin?
What the f** [?] n***as be drinking
I'm too deep in the game my dudes slay these n***as delinquints
[?] you out of sequence
I put your head on a secret, I make you stop breathing
I leave your a** stinking without me even f**ing blinking
I'm harder than hard, don't f** with the god
I come from a part where n***as don't starve, where n***as they in
Don't give a f** about friends, them n***as hit in
I leave them leaking, and that there is a bad end
My gun don't give a f** about illegal when I pull the trigger
It don't care if you even a f**ing n***a
This p**y sh** is unacceptable, don't test my testicles
I'm pointing write decimals, and leaving you n***as vegetables
With being Francis Jackson is the only way I got two faces
Had them sharp bullets going up and taking two faces
n***as got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces
I lace you n***as with revolver bullets and leave no traces
Leave them up [?], mouth full of civil well
Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire
You dislikin' prison care, but you n***as in prison care
I don't give a f** about care, so I never care
I'm a millionaire so the traphouse a brick..
Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate
I'm a millionaire so the traphouse like [?]
Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate
A gun from the hip, so I still sell a b**h
Run around in a row with my nose in that sh**, trick
With hella guns, big guns, you really want some?
I'm not insane, I'm un-sane, my guns go rappa-pam-pam
And I bum and these b**hes like me and don't need me and know
Where the f** I'm coming from, try to play dumb ya done, b**h!!
f** you motherf**ers
I'm out of here
I'm going to the bar