[DJ Paul] (Crunchy Black)
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, y-ya, y-ya, ya, ya) [*repeats through whole song*]
From hear to ATL, to Nashville, back to the M-town nigga
And you know what that mean bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious bitch
Makin' easy money, pimpin' hoes is serious nigga

[Project Pat]
Call a nigga, drug dealer, out here on the track nigga
Weed smoker, coke snorter, come and get a pack nigga
Cane slanger, bitch banger, dog I'll bring it to ya
If you got a problem with me, holla at my Luger
Dro puffer, cheese come up, when we on the track jack
Hit you in the head, with the gat, 'til your skull crack
Blood gushin', head rushin', act first, no discussion
Come with that bullshit, then the bullets start bustin'

[Lord Infamous]
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I Live By My Rep don't fuck with mine
Da End, the souls of men embedded inside the Posse
The Prophet, the Posse, we all collide
We brutal, the Chapter 2 to end the phase, our mind
In crime, reminds, CrazedNLazDayz
Heypno-tize, and blazed another gold plate
Sixty 6, sixty 1, The Smoke Clears, evaporate

[Juicy J]
I got a 357, a tec with a black clip
A 180 pounds witha fist that will bust lips
Some killaz on my side, if I tell 'em they gon' get
A fiend wiolatin' the business, I ain't wit'
And now in 2000 you talkin' the same shit
And now in 2000 I'll bust and I won't miss
They smoke is in the air the liquor is still a fill
The grill is still gold, and the curls they know kick doors

[MC Mack]
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put s ... Read more »

(Koopsta Knicca)I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch
This little short young niggas in them caskets
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass hoe
Better run by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo, and Scarecrow
Theres a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into a nigga like Koop a nutcase
Here I can tell by tha day its gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for you life my big black buldgin' nine
Now while Im kickin' niggas fiendin'
Just to kill 'em though
Before I go I get them Swishaz with them Navajos
Upon tha mighty Mississippi
Now can I fuckin' kick it
You better answer quick
Before I hit you for them riches

(Lord Infamous)
Cuz them niggaz want to really try to jump up
But they know they gonna catch a couple 
of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws
I kick shit flyin' through tha air
You wanna dare to test me ?
I'm tha Infamous nightmare I wanna break some laws
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture
Dead flesh culture
>From my pet vultures
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements
Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest
Smokin pine as I sky dive off a mountain
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains
Countin corpses in my black fortress
In tha hallway paintin' satanic portraits

(DJ Paul)
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife
And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues
Full grain
Cloth top
Steady pullin' them hoes
Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had some on a weed
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese
I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth
We dropped ... Read more »

(Chorus)The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (let me take my dick out insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)
The dick the dick that's in your mouth 
long and hard (insert it in a mouth)

(Lord Infamous)
Scarecrow loves you bitches with them pink lips
Wrap your mouth around and hoe please don't trip
You told me bitch that you can make your tounge dance 
We'll bitch let that muthafucka dance down my pants
Ohh hoe I know you wanna choose me 
Let's make this a porno movie
I told you on the last song bitch what's up
You don't remember it was lick my nuts lick my nuts
It feels so good when you lick all around it
You wanna know what makes me happy
Bitch you found it
You think that Lord Infamous is gonna dis you
You're a dick suckin bitch I wanna kiss you
And if you talkin bout some muthafuckin downtown
I will beat yo ass all the way to downtown
So open your mouth darlin go ahead and do the job
I want my dick in your mouth long and hard

The killa man loves you bitches who love to suck dick
I tell you what I'm a lay back and let you take a lick
Open all wide and get ready to swollow the dick whole

-This is ??? Shalonda, Bone Magazine, here interviewing...
-Three 6 Mafia 
-From Memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
someone tried to duplicate your ideas?

[Lord Infamous]
Lord Infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And I be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause I think she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

[Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause I murdered a victim, the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

[Juicy J]
First the Juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause ... Read more »

[Lord Infamous]
Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh. 
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And sendin' what’s left in thE nnail to yo baby
Cause i think that bitch might miss you.
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend.
I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That’s what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

[Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it’s strange
Cause I murdered a bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves
Nigga ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don’t scream, don’t run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I’m full of yak, ain’t no clue
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

[Juicy J]
First a Juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia-style phoo cause you don’t know who ya fuckin it
Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know I’m comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I b ... Read more »

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

I wake up
I gotta get fucked up
I gotta get my dick sucked
So I won't have bad luck
Yo my nigga pass me the tops
And open up the brown bag
That's sittin on the crops, props
The top of the bottle of the hennesey
Every time I blaze a job in public
I make a lot of friends G
I feel the need for the weed
My nigga fat cackey 
Hollerin I smoke a job
I know that's all Chris wants
I gotta do what I gotta do
I reach into my pocket
Reachin for my gat 
Enough to be through
And plus this some action my nigg
Somkin on a mother fuckin jobs 
Some motherfuckin big
It's gonna have me on a motherfuckin ground
Every body's happy not making a motherfuckin sound
But now I got the munches 
I gotta get some grub
Fuckin wit that liquor and bud

Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud
Fucking wit that liquor and dat bud

Went up to the liquor store
Got me a 5th of the hennesey
Got some stouts just comin over
I hope those bitches I ready to G
Pass Paul the blunt
He take the hits and pass it back to me
Listening a new track we just droped from the A.M.P
Got back to the crib
Opened the freezer and cracked the ice tray
Fillin on some glasses
The hoes ju ... Read more »

*Talking*-Gunshots

Chorus x2
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'

Which side are you on
Life or death

Chorus x2

The Kila Klan Kaze gon' watch you bleed
Ask Jesus for forgivin'
For all the sins that I didn't did
I'm trapped in a storm
In a place we call Earth
I tried to stop but I just slid
Into a path where hatas are dwellin' my life
Lie in the hands of others
It's so fucked up in this place we call home
Cause it's the back stabbin' bustas
I separate my foes from friends
Is the type of click that I be in
It makes it difficult for me to decifer
Who came to ride to the end
See Ana and sorrow
Be havin me wonderin'
If I'm gonna see tommorrow
So I pack my heat
Off in these streets
Bitch to relieve all this drama
I'm settin' my stake high
To a g to make g's
Cause I'm known to be the mackBut soon as I take two steps to the 
future
It seems I get pulled three steps back
You see less fortune in niggas
Start lookin' suspicious neglected
See we were cool
Now I hate em'
Inject the pain'
Suffacate em'
You smarter than (??) when we rushed him
See ain't no love for no busters
You punks is shaded like graded
See you ain't shit I don't trust ya
Life or death
Theres no one left
The end is near so brace yourself
Will they allow me to have these doors
I close my eyes
And I lost my breath

Chorus x5

Which side are you on
Life or death

The Killa Klan Kaze gon' watch you bleed
Never mistaken your life
I be taken so watch your step (watch your step)
The brothers out there sit wonderin ... Read more »

(Lord Infamous)Let me just take you somewhere secret
Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all
About your world
We gonna just flow wit what we feel lets share a
Few private thoughts, I'm not just
Out for your sex, let me simp-lify
The things in life that
You find complex, forget what
You heard bout me cause your a
Scarecrow groupie but theres no
Pressure on you cause you know
What you must do
Check this out
Lets have a drink
And I give
You time to think
Let me puff
This buddah blunt and cut on
This porno bunk here come lounge
Here by my side tonight your
My devils bride and theres a
Freek deep inside have no shame
No need to hide why do you
Keep on blushing get it all
Like thugsta she she must be
Kinda tipsy on this crystal like a gypsy now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
Down the headboard crash this broad
On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor
We hit the floor and don't quit
Another one ripped
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late nite tip

Chorus x2
I'm not the type that get involved in long relationships (why)
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts
I'm sorry im' not on that tip (what)
If you want romance
You should just stick who you already with (ok)
If you in that mood you can just hit me on that late nite tip (ooh)

(DJ Paul)
I done seen
Some funny shh since I got in this game
They wants my crib they wants my kisses, all i done gots my fame
I never recall you askin' your last boyfriend for nathin
But now they be purple on gold
Got ya aggrivatin'
(I need a coach bag)
I can't be even doin' it
(I need my hair done)
Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it
I've been through ... Read more »

Chorus (4x): You don't know me
My weapon's here to tell ya

[Lord Infamous]
Torture til they gone, never stay alone, killas, laser chrome
Hunting in the zone, where the enemies roam,
Massacre the town, fire all yo rounds, make em all fall down,
Please don't make a sound, hear the Devil growl
Please don't go to sleep, never go to sleep
You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods
Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared
Go and take a look
I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill
Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield
I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts
Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw
Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind
Seek and you shall find my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech

Chorus 4x

[Gangsta Boo]
Playa what you know about the south side?
Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize
South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit
North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent
Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch
Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6
What you gettin jealous fo?
Nigga you don't know me so
Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

[Juicy J]
Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
Fool it ain't nothin fake
We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit
And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch
Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in ... Read more »

Chorus: Deep down south in da hood niggas slang
Hustlin' and game 
Tryin ta stack some change 
Land of tha Lost Full of Gangstas n killas 
Niggas all about they damn scrilla 

Gangsta Boo

To start it off i'm the mutha fuckin lady about her cheese
While u other Herman Benz out there leavin fo' free
Kinda quick to tell you what im gonna get and it be True 
At the end of the rainbow Nigga I thought you knew
Cause Im sayin all my hustlas dont forgot im on the green 
got a pocket full of money not no stones know what i mean?
Dont get mad cause yo ass livin broke 
Fuck that get up off yo lazy ass
Get about yo fuckin scratch

?????

Im chasin Franklin wit' my Triple 6 thugs 
Cause we was sinners 
I get deeper Im still comin up with Lint
Livin in a tent some trick gotta change
it aint the same 
And its plain ta see I aint the same man
Beat a bitch, Rob a hoe 
Kick in does from doe ta doe 
Prophet posse never sloppy 
Clean you out from roof ta flo'
im startin ta stinkin' raisin my heartbeat
ta never be rich
Rather trade a hoe for mackers dis predemption

Juicy J

its on! Why you shakin whatcha wanna do
I gotta 357 brand new Shootin Holes through
Niggas skulls fool Lets get da dope and drop it off
and count them G's and smoke some cheese 
it pays to brake the law
My cousin creepin all them Graded boys gonna hook us up
to make a grip on that white shit that we dont see or touch
Fuck what you talkin about? 
We slangin Nigga
By any means you wanna stop the team we pull the Trigga

?????

Red Red Go away!
cause a nigga wanna play
Leave me here 
????
Standin to the left
there y ... Read more »