[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, I don't think a lot of you niggas really recognize or realize where the fuck a lot of this music shit is goin' down right now!
Da Mafia 6ix! Three 6 Mafia!
Whatever the fuck you call us!
A lotta niggas wouldn't be around right now if wasn't what the fuck it is..
Y'all better fuckin' remember! Y'all'ready know what the fuck it is!
We do this shit! (Mafia!)
We makes this shit! Huh?! (Mafia!)
You know what the fuck it is nigga! (Mafia!)
Mafia 6ix! Lil Wyte! Let's go! (Mafia!)
[Hook: DJ Paul & 2 Chainz]
I been hood, I been street
Since the first day I been 'round here
Ain't took shit from nan' tricks
Since the first day you been 'round me
Ain't nun to do 'bout what I do
Since the first time you been 'round me
I understand why you haters hate
So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me?
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me?
Mi-middle finger up to my competition
What would they do without me?
Middle finger up, middle finger up
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
People always askin' me "Who created Crunk?"
Why would you even ask if you know the answer, chump? (Dumb bitch!)
If a nigga tear the club up, go and blame it on us
If a nigga hit the dust, you can blame it on us
If your cars combust, you can blame it on us
Sip syrup in the cup, you can blame it on us
You can't name an award in the world, my nigga that I didn't win it
You can't name a song hot in the club without a piece of me off in it
I can brag, trick, without doin' a thing, and the shit try, you get done, bitch
Tryna make golds of ten-year-old movies and TV shows, bitch
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Remember in 1995 (Boo!)
I was so live, (Boo!), the city was all mine
Only black girl with a all-white clique
Put your snake ass down on some brand new shit
I gave you bitches knowledge, how could you forget? (How?)
I was makin' hits when one of you was sellin' bricks
But since you don’t remember, I got a picture for you
And if you got amnesia, when you need me, I’ll ignore ya
You dead, hoe!
[Hook: DJ Paul & 2 Chainz]
I been hood, I been street
Since the first day I been 'round here
Ain't took shit from nan' tricks
Since the first day you been 'round me
Ain't nun to do 'bout what I do
Since the first time you been 'round me
I understand why you haters hate
So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me?
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me
Mi-middle finger up to my competition
Middle finger up, middle finger up
[Verse 3: Lil Wyte]
Yeahh, yeahhh!
I'm the first white boy, matter fact, fuck that!
I’m the only white boy up this thang
Still cool with Paul, only fuck with Boo
And me, Lord, Crunchy, and Koop get high as a plane
I’m off my rocker, need my medicine
I got a hundred motherfuckers that I’m better than
Should've been rappin' anyway, than your job
Couldn’t made more money even if you were president
You, you are heaven sent, me, I’m hellbound
I can tell you what, I can tell you how hell sound
Scary Halloween with the 6
'Cause the Mafia is back, and I’m all up in the mix, bitch
Yeah, I put you on, put money in your hand
In return, I got fucked over
What up to that could have been, I gotcha cause I got a pile of dirt
And a caterpillar bulldozer!
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
I still remember in Memphis, the radio wouldn't play me, bitch
Hooked back up with Mafia 6ix now I'm ballin' super sick
Sum'bitch Koopsta Knicca, bipolar Billy the Kid, super rude
Michael Myers made it cool, my longitude a damn fool
Remember we was armed niggas, ran by, shot them niggas
Paul, gimme that extra clip, I went back and robbed them niggas
K-O-O-P-S-T-A-K-N-I-Double C-A bitch! That's me
[Hook: DJ Paul & 2 Chainz]
I been hood, I been street
Since the first day I been 'round here
Ain't took shit from nan' tricks
Since the first day you been 'round me
Ain't nun to do 'bout what I do
Since the first time you been 'round me
I understand why you haters hate
So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me?
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me
Mi-middle finger up to my competition
Middle finger up, middle finger up
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
I been claiming G, I been fuckin' with C
I been totin' heat and I been reppin' the streets
I been doin' me nigga, get it how I live
I took two shots and a nigga still live
Now fuck the way you feel, if niggas ain't real
I pop you in the head with that motherfuckin' steel
Now get it how I live, and this the way it is
It's two shots nigga, and that's the way I kill, kill!
[Verse 6: Lord Infamous]
It’s the Coke Capone, Heroin Don, methamphetamine my zone
I'll give you a crumb, but I need the address to your mammy home
Be there 'fore you claiming home, bankroll in a missile launch
Checking every trap I own, nose white from Colombian
Many times I gave you fronts, trick you didn’t pay for much
Now you 'round here wanna stunt, I will rape and rob you cunt
Only green hoes suckin' peter snap and bite in dick that feed 'em
.50 cal rip off your scalp with just one tap, remove your features
[Hook: DJ Paul & 2 Chainz]
I been hood, I been street
Since the first day I been 'round here
Ain't took shit from nan' tricks
Since the first day you been 'round me
Ain't nun to do 'bout what I do
Since the first time you been 'round me
I understand why you haters hate
So get the fuck 'way from 'round me, bitch!
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me?
Middle finger up to my competition
What would they be without me
Mi-middle finger up to my competition
Middle finger up, middle finger up