Remember - Lil Wyte, Three 6 Mafia

Yeah I don’t think a lotta niggas will

Recognize or realize

Where the fuck a lot of this music is goin' down right now

Da Mafia 6ix Three 6 Mafia

Whatever the fuck you call us

Probably a lotta niggas don’t be around right now

If wasn’t is

If wasn’t fuckin' is

Yall better fuckin' remember

Yall know who did this

We do this shit (mafiaaaaa)

We live this shit (mafiaaaaa)

YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK IT IS NIGGA (mafiaaaaa)

MAFIA 6ix LIL WYTE LETS Go (mafiaaaa)

I been hood i been street since the first day been around here

Ain’t took shit from nan tricks since the first day been around here

Ain’t no do for what i do since the first day been around here

I understand why you haters hate so get the fuck from around me BITCH

(Middle finger up to my competition) what would they be without me

(Middle finger up Middle finger up) what would they be without me

(Middle finger up to my competition) what would they be without me

(Middle finger up Middle finger up) what would they be without me

People always askin' me «Who created Crunk?»

Why you even ask if you know I am, chump (BITCH)

If the niggas tear the club up gonna play on us

If the niggas hit the dutch they gonna play on us

Servin' in da car they gonna play on us

You can’t name a win on a war cause i winned

You can’t put some hot in da club with some of me on it

Like a?

Remember in 1995

I was so live 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 acknoledge, how could you forget?

I was makin' hits when while 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

Yeah ho

I was the first white boy as a matter of 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 plane

I’m off my rocker, need my medicine

I got a 100 motherfuckers that I’m better than

Shoulda been a rapper, anyway do your job

Couldn’t of made more money even if you were president

You you are heaven sent, me I’m hell bound

I control your money I can tell ya how hell sound

Chilling halloween with the 6

The mafia back and I’m all over the mix bitch

Yeah i put you on, put money on your hand

In return I got fucked over

What up to that could have been

I got cha cause I got a pile of dirt

And a caterpillar bull dozer

I remember in Memphis waitin' go and pay me bitch

Put back on the mafia six

Now the bars super sick

Some bitch koopsta knicca bye holla in the kid

Super rude Michael Myers nigga

Koop alone to the damn fools

Remember when we was young niggas

Mad beacuse the sucka niggas

Paul gimme the extra clip

I cock back then rock this niggas

Bitch let’s play

I been claiming G

I been fuckin' with the city

I been tote heats

And i been reppin' the streets

I been doin' me nigga get it how i live

I took two shots and the nigga still livin'

Now fuck the way you feel

And niggas ain’t real

I pop you in the head with the motherfuckin' steel

I get it how i live and this the way i live

Is two shots nigga and that’s the way i kill KILL

It’s the coca bomb

Here i’m done

I give you a package

Need the address to your mammy home

Beat the?

claiming home

Bankrolling a missile launch

Checking every trap I own

Nose white from Colombian

Many times I gave you brush

Trick you didn’t pay for much

Now you ‘round here wanna stunt

I will rape and rob you cunt

50 cal rip off your scalp with just one chop remove your features

SSycho’s photo SSycho

1 year

I was the first white boy as a matter of 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 plane

I’m off my rocker, need my medicine

I got a 100 motherfuckers that I’m better than

Shoulda been a rapper, anyway do your job

Couldn’t of made more money even if you were president

You you are heaven sent, me I’m hell bound

I control your money I can tell ya how hell sound

Chilling halloween with the 6

The mafia back and I’m all over the mix bitch

Yeah i put you on, put money on your hand

In return I got fucked over

What up to that could have been

I got cha cause I got a pile of dirt

And a caterpillar bull dozer

TravisLRussell’s photo TravisLRussell

1 year

Lord Infamous:

It’s the coca bomb

Here i’m done

I give you a?

Need the address to your mammy home

Beat the?

claiming home

Bankrolling a missile launch

Checking every trap I own

Nose white from Colombian

Many times I gave you brush

Trick you didn’t pay for much

Now you ‘round here?

I will rape and rob you cunt

50 cal rip off your scalp with just one chop remove your features

pont’s photo pont

1 year

Last 2 lines of Gangsta Boo’s verse is:

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