Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mystic Styles, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.05.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Prophet Entertainment
Song language: English
Mystic Styles |
Ah yea We finna get ready |
To bump that «Smoked out, loced out» part two |
Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoe |
We finna do that dat sheeeeeit… |
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia |
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia |
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia |
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia |
Bustaz get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants |
Memories of «Smoked out, Loced out» bumped out as them demons dance |
Playaz lookin' wild, stole our style, devil’s in me so |
Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I’m on that blow |
Enhance my skills to make me treal, treal enough to kill at will |
Will I kill you? |
Fly will peel you off da map, that’s also real |
Don’t you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit? |
Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly’s style so mystic bitch |
The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that’s known as Triple 6 |
Don’t bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em |
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em |
Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs |
Ain’t got no feelings when im killin' clockers best to duck for cover |
I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost |
Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames |
You can betcha bottom dollar that I’m spittin' game |
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but Mack ain’t trippin' |
Sprayin', layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man |
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations |
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement |
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devilition |
Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan |
My styles are slick, yo body bitch that I will chop in pieces |
No fuckin' clue to da 5−0 click, no fuckin' witnesses an… |
They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face |
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe |
I blaze a blunt up in da air just to relax and get high |
Da moon is full and all I see is 6−6-6 in da sky |
The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil’s Daughter bitch is so wild |
Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to our mystic style |
I’m creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun |
My nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can’t get none |
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit animosity |
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas cause these hoes can’t fuck wit me |
La Chat got tha gat, creepin' up from tha back |
Chrome tone now it’s on, never love a nigga john |
Cause I’m a crazy bitch, cuttin' off niggas dicks |
Man ho takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich |
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don’t know about |
Suckas be talkin' that shit, I’m puttin' these funky niggas on da house |
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt |
Yo Crunchy Black da demons child has a mean ass stun |
I had to buck you off, runnin' yo mouth with that weak ass shit |
You need to keep it closed trick before you get yo wig split |
The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be |
Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries |
Ya thought I was dead naw instead I just faked on yo ass |
And now I’m back wit that mask and I’m ready to blast |
Now tell me something has emerged |
Legions of demons |
Koopsta Knicca finna |
Rip 'em in plenty trick |
For a date with my smith & wesson |
Bitch you living |
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style |
Rip his legs |
Cut him down |
Bitch with mass up in his town |
Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture |
Steppin' up to that Koopsta bitch |
Da wicked witch of horror |
Horror, da chambers, the daemons that came up |
To feed on your soul fool be livin' ya anger |
Now ya life’s in danger |
Evil… |
Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit |
Approachin Da Scarecrow’ll butchure and tearin' up niggas with double the |
lyrical dopeness |
They go the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up da melody |
Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy |
When you walk throught the wilderness be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out |
stalkin' |
I suggest you watch out for the booby traps mane cause the Scarecrow is out |
there only for huntin' |
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout |
these mean streets |
And so therefore nigga you don’t wanna come deal with the mafia, |
we’ll drop you deep down beneath |
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific |
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that’s mystic |
Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath |
Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death |
Beware — the Juice’ll leave you funky hoes in terror |
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils |
Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed |
Cruel with my harpoon straight through yo heart fool |
Soon I’ll have you in a trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants |
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance |
See Im’ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone |
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones |
A Glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death |
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step |
We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane |
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool it ain’t no thang |
I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations |
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked up for some tax evasion |
Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet |
A rusty ass Tec 9 will make ya hit ya knee |
I’m tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls |
By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws |
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back |
My dogs across the street in the grass when I’m sweatin the track |
Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file |
I been a mean child for a while within a Mystic Style |
Aww yea it’s like this for da 95' |
Just like last year |
You can’t fuck wit us… |
Beeeooooooooooootch! |
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass |
Yeah Juicy «J» aka da juice up in this bitch and I’m out |
Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka |
Straight from Funkytown ho |
(Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I’m sayin' |
Kickin' these satanic verses I’m out ho) |
(This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they |
Ana to tha floo I’m out) |
(Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi’r’tch with that evil shi’r’t) |
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka |
Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho |
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this muthafucka |
Tha mystical one nigga |