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Three 6 Mafia 44 Killers

[dj paul and juicy j] I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (talkin all that fuckin shit) I

[dj paul and juicy j] I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (whatcha niggas wanna do?) I'm bout to blow them boys ass off (talkin all that fuckin shit)

still da Triple 6 Prophet to da P earsin niggas that wanna skrive with flows of horror I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg deep into da mound aint nuttin but killas

again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in Yeah, I ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga Three 6 Mafia comin' at your ass

chargin hoes. Bonin, conin, playas only, catch this game that I spit Playa hatin niggaz we smoke, me pretty boy smile don't joke. We scope my 44 under

Chorus x2 We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya) Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya) Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000 (scarecrow

(feat. Three 6 Mafia) Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from the touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By

foot holes Wicked throws Evil flows and torturing of foes Chorus x4 Yeah, i ain't ya fuckin' friend You do your ass in nigga (laughter) Three 6 mafia

Chorus x2 We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya) Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya) Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000 (scarecrow