(feat. JGRXXN, Juicy J, Kokoe, La Chat, Lil Wyte, Locodunit, Point Blank, Project)[Intro: DJ Paul]Yeah! Scale-A-TonWuh, and we Da motherfucking Mafia SixClassic shit, Body Parts, who we got in this motherfucker?Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy BlackLa Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGrxxnKokoe, Point Blank, Project PatWHAT?(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 boyJuicy J out this motherfucker[Verse 1: Juicy J]Juicy J I keep them shootersThey gun you down cause I say soTalking all that tough shitNow what the fuck you niggas scared for?Lay up off that actionThey don't do no rappingAin't got shit to lose they grab them choppers and start clappingPull up at your moma house, everybody is a victimNigga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a missionGone, now you going to miss, them choppers on them snow pistolsCouple hundred rounds gunned you down, shit's just like some missilesMan you ain't get no drank, niggas ain't getting no cakeNiggas ain't flipping no weight, niggas just getting in the way40 you say say, try to make my dayPull them guns your way and now you ain't got no faceOh we in the game and them niggas that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucciMy nigga I stunt, I will snatch up your dollarsWhen I'm in the club I got 100 bottlesYou hating ass niggas you ain't got no spineThey run up on my watch, so I can't watch no timeNot only a threat, I'm also the bestYou gon' have to learn to accept it like death[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]Which one of you fuck niggas wanna test meReal gone, will be, they will call the policeSirens off, keep this bitch up out this hoI had to show [?]North Memphis beatdown, caught em on the reboundDeath Tone, Funky Town, right now gun soundDead men, broke bars, more to get pulled apartKoopsta too hard, my god, body parts, body parts[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuckRan through the hood, then you ran for the doorGot a whole lot of bands but it's not for saleReal street niggas don't hide hereDucking and dodging the cops and shit[?]But it bounce right back at big Mafia sixThey can't keep Skinny Pimp in this bitchWith DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and KoopWe breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'allWe turning it up, put to hood [?]All of us gots a plugNiggas ain't got no money but still trying to fuck with us[Verse 4: Lil Wyte]And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begunDumped all this body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for funMom told me a long time ago "The respect will come", and it's finally hereI got blonde hair [?] blood is that pureNow I'm all the way gone ho when you need this shitGet blessed like you done sneezed or some shitI'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow will be my beacon bitchMafia for life with me, my third I will always see a sixI'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased bitch[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]I'm all about my business, I'm all about my breadShoot these motherfuckers head in the headI'mma make sure all you motherfuckers deadCatch a nigga slipping, hit him with the batDuct-Duct tape them, that's what I saidCheck from over there, look up under the bedAll a nigga came for was motherfucking breadMafia Six in this motherfucking bitch[Verse 6: La Chat]La Chat bitch, I'm wrecking shitBitch talking, texting and shit[?][?], respect this bitchLips still in my game mane, right hand's my gun handFucked up, we getting fucked up, that bull shit, fuck you say?Bodies we be slaying, fuck you we dump them in your trunkNo remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest GumpCrestwood is my hood, and I rep it all dayI'm the madest desert eagle till the twos wanna play[Verse 7: Project Pat]Pat'aahhChopper on the floor, work on the stoveLoud to my lips, smoke out my noseAll these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my panYou get fucked up little pussy with my fingers on this handCut the grass like a lawnmower, like a rakeFaught you niggas like Django, quick as a snakeAnything for the money, [?]With the pistols upside your head I'm like death checkmateProject like the Rolexs and them BreitlingsDuffel bag full of motherfucking dead white meatTold your bitch pussy [?]But I smashed on the ass like [?][Verse 8: Locodunit]Ready for 09's, ain't got a role modelYou fuck with my high, you're not going to roll rightBreaking two gold bottles, hang with the realChill with the real rockers, killers and pill poppersWe cuffing that shit and them niggas that steal choppersFuck you feel about this? Real laneScale-A-Ton tatted from my arm, drawn in my palmsKush inbetween my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungsLoad the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, kill them one by oneDump all the body parts into my trunk[Verse 9: Point Blank]Didn't give a fuck about yesterday, don't give a fuck todayAnd tomorrow I'm probably going to feel the same fucking wayThey love you when I hit it, hate me when I miss itSo much yack in system you can smell it when I'm pissingI smoke like a broke down engine, I love my money like I love my womenLet me show you how to whip it, let me show you how to pack itLet me show you how to sell it, let me show you how to stack itPillow talking with these rest might get you excitedBut don't let the pillow talk get you green lightedNow I'm in the mix with the Mafia Six, but I breathe H-TownI'mma die coalition, coalitionTold you once, told you a million motherfucking timesI'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my fucking grindMix me with that shit, it's the wrong nightBody parts, hope it's them bitch niggas I don't like[Verse 10: JGRXXN]Monkey ass niggas sit banana clips (aye)And water niggas 'bout to make me click (them)Fucking with the Six catch a hot tipI never go, never without my clickAna for you niggas to the grizzleAnd niggas think they superman, so you can get your issueSix million ways to put them in the trunkJGreen on the scene, put the body parts in dump[Verse 11: Kokoe (DJ Paul)]I’m the hardest Mexican, out of west L.ATalk that shit your body end up in the fucking bayAll I listen to is Eazy and N.W.ANow I'm riding with the Mafia, homie here to sprayNumb killers, drug dealers, cap-pealersAnd hoes that never catch feelingsCut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bagBecause your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitchNah bitch (Don't want it)Nah bitch (Don't want it)Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it)(Scale-A-Ton out the kitch', Scale-A-Ton out the kitch', you don't want nothing bitch)[Verse 12: Lord Infamous]It's the murder chains of massacre, [?] attacking yaI'm nuking them like dracula, the bullets get on smacking yaThe ammo enter front then it coming out the back of yaI gotta get your goon, skin his brain while I'm stabbing ya[?]Put on the gas and light up'll make your ass combustI am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisonersMission to enter you, decrease your temperatureSerial killer, wicked voodoo ministerScorpion sometimes Dr. KevorkianShoot you in the porcelain, and give me [?]Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament[Verse 13: Gangsta Boo]All these fake ass hoes in my face, we ain't coolBut back with the Six, now I'm getting the bitches [?]Unexpected gather, bitches shakingWe would like you shot your own self in the basementRule up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazyI don't give a fuck about what they sayingHashtag that shit, put them at the real BooMighty Mississippi [?] coast got killers[Verse 14: DJ Paul]Yeah, the Chump is hereI'm about to come out swinging[?] from me, what was they thinking?What the fuck [?] niggas be drinkingI'm too deep in the game [?][?] you out of sequenceI put your head on a secret, I make you start bleedingI leave your ass stinking without me even fucking blinkingI'm harder than hard, don't fuck with the godI come from a part where niggas don't starve, where niggas they inDon't give a fuck about friends, them niggas hit inI leave them leaking, and that there is a bad endMy gun don't give a fuck about illegal when I pull the triggerIt don't care if you even a fucking niggaThis pussy shit is unacceptable, don't test my testiclesI'm pointing [?], and leaving you niggas vegetablesWith being Francis Jackson is the only way I got two facesHad them sharp bullets going up and taking two facesNiggas got my name on their tongue like they shoe lacesI lace you niggas with revolver bullets and leave no tracesLeave them up [?], mouth full of civil wellPut the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire[?]I don't give a fuck about care, so I never careI'm a millionaire so the traphouse like [?]Nah I'm lying, I still celebrateA gun from the hip, so I still sell a bitchRun around in a row with my nose in that shit, trickWith hella guns, big guns, you really want some?I'm not sane, I'm insane, my guns go rappa-bam-bamAnd I bum on these bitches [?]Where the fuck I'm coming from [?]Bitch!Fuck you motherfuckersI'm out of hereI'm going to the bar
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