| Ah yea We finna get ready
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| To bump that «Smoked out, loced out» part two
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| Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoe
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| We finna do that dat sheeeeeit…
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| Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
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| Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
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| Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
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| Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
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| Bustaz get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants
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| Memories of «Smoked out, Loced out» bumped out as them demons dance
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| Playaz lookin' wild, stole our style, devil’s in me so
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| Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I’m on that blow
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| Enhance my skills to make me treal, treal enough to kill at will
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| Will I kill you? |
| Fly will peel you off da map, that’s also real
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| Don’t you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit?
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| Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly’s style so mystic bitch
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| The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that’s known as Triple 6
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| Don’t bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em
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| In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
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| Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs
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| Ain’t got no feelings when im killin' clockers best to duck for cover
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| I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost
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| Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
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| You can betcha bottom dollar that I’m spittin' game
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| Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but Mack ain’t trippin'
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| Sprayin', layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
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| Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
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| Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
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| Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devilition
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| Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan
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| My styles are slick, yo body bitch that I will chop in pieces
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| No fuckin' clue to da 5−0 click, no fuckin' witnesses an…
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| They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face
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| The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
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| I blaze a blunt up in da air just to relax and get high
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| Da moon is full and all I see is 6−6-6 in da sky
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| The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil’s Daughter bitch is so wild
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| Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to our mystic style
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| I’m creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
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| My nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can’t get none
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| Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit animosity
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| Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas cause these hoes can’t fuck wit me
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| La Chat got tha gat, creepin' up from tha back
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| Chrome tone now it’s on, never love a nigga john
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| Cause I’m a crazy bitch, cuttin' off niggas dicks
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| Man ho takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
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| Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don’t know about
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| Suckas be talkin' that shit, I’m puttin' these funky niggas on da house
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| Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
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| Yo Crunchy Black da demons child has a mean ass stun
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| I had to buck you off, runnin' yo mouth with that weak ass shit
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| You need to keep it closed trick before you get yo wig split
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| The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
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| Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries
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| Ya thought I was dead naw instead I just faked on yo ass
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| And now I’m back wit that mask and I’m ready to blast
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| Now tell me something has emerged
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| Legions of demons
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| Koopsta Knicca finna
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| Rip 'em in plenty trick
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| For a date with my smith & wesson
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| Bitch you living
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| Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
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| Rip his legs
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| Cut him down
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| Bitch with mass up in his town
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| Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
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| Steppin' up to that Koopsta bitch
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| Da wicked witch of horror
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| Horror, da chambers, the daemons that came up
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| To feed on your soul fool be livin' ya anger
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| Now ya life’s in danger
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| Evil…
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| Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
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| Approachin Da Scarecrow’ll butchure and tearin' up niggas with double the
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| lyrical dopeness
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| They go the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
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| Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
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| When you walk throught the wilderness be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out
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| stalkin'
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| I suggest you watch out for the booby traps mane cause the Scarecrow is out
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| there only for huntin'
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| Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout |
| these mean streets
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| And so therefore nigga you don’t wanna come deal with the mafia,
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| we’ll drop you deep down beneath
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| The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
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| Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that’s mystic
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| Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath
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| Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
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| Beware — the Juice’ll leave you funky hoes in terror
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| And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils
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| Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed
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| Cruel with my harpoon straight through yo heart fool
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| Soon I’ll have you in a trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants
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| Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
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| See Im’ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
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| Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones
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| A Glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death
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| Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step
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| We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane
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| Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool it ain’t no thang
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| I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations
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| Pimpin' so hard that I got locked up for some tax evasion
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| Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
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| A rusty ass Tec 9 will make ya hit ya knee
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| I’m tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
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| By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws
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| I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
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| My dogs across the street in the grass when I’m sweatin the track
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| Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file
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| I been a mean child for a while within a Mystic Style
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| Aww yea it’s like this for da 95'
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| Just like last year
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| You can’t fuck wit us…
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| Beeeooooooooooootch!
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| Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
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| Yeah Juicy «J» aka da juice up in this bitch and I’m out
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| Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
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| Straight from Funkytown ho
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| (Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I’m sayin'
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| Kickin' these satanic verses I’m out ho)
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| (This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they
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| Ana to tha floo I’m out)
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| (Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi’r’tch with that evil shi’r’t)
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| Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka
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| Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho
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| Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this muthafucka
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| Tha mystical one nigga |