cause you know I'm holdin' rank When you see the platinum Rolex with the ice it make you faint Through the streets now have you heard, out the Mafia droppin
[DJ Paul] Hey man, put the needle on the record man Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black This shit bump dog [Crunchy Black in Who Run
Juicy J (Big Gipp): Yeah, yeah, yeah Three 6 Mafia (Here it is) Know what I'm sayin' Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia) ATL (Big Gipp) M-town connection (Man
Chorus x4 When I say weak ass, you say bitch Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH (Juicy "J") How you feel with this nine mili mill to your grill Haters talkin
go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6 Talk it like I bring
[Talking] 'Hey we gonna do a song called Tongue Ring! 'Let me see your Tongue Ring, is it rusty, hahaha ? Chorus 1: {D.J. Paul} Let me fell your Tongue
get in a bathroom?(bathroom) How high can you get in a class room?(classroom) [DJ Paul] Now how high can you get when you fuck with that 6 Now how high
flaunt it, some niggas they want it want it Some niggas they join it joint it, but I be fucked up up on it Well we're the Mafia 6, and we ain't bout
[Hook: x2] Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers We gotta come you know dat Devil shit is still up in us We Mafia Niggaz We Mafia Niggaz [Lord
leave this niggaz bodies numb I don't talk this shit for fun, cock it back and let it go And 6 shots, from the 3-6 shooters lettin' 'em know, WHOA! Picture
Hold Up!!!! Wait a second listen! I peel your cap back with a cannon ball, I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo.... Three 6 Mafia, Insane
sound like Wanna be like Ride like Get high like Make cheese like The motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em? The motherfuckin Three 6,
demon man You thus as the Sosate say Yeah pass me that saucer tray Or pass me a blunt of hay I wanna just drift away, drift away Verse 6: Koopsta I
(Talking)-[D.J Paul] and [Juicy "J"] Chorus 1: [Juicy "J''] If you ain't claiming G-D (FUCK Y'ALL HOES) If you ain't claiming V-L (FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
Chorus: [D.J. Paul] You dealing with some thugs who like to hit it from the back (back) with no kind of springs attached what you think about that shorty
start when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man then I toss the dynamite Bitches yall ain't got the guns Bitches yall ain't got the funds Fuckin' around with Three
Chorus It's some cowards in this thang If you see them point them out X8 (Juicy J) Act like you know me, when I tell that I'm from the North Act like
