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mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter

I'll wake up in the morning with a
Mild
mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter

I'll wake up in the morning with a
Mild
death and pain
Poltava
Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava
Sacrificed their lives in vain
Poltava

In the shade of morning mist
Advancing on their foe
mafia
You can find me on a table
Full of vodka and tequila
Surrounded by some bunnies and
It ain't fucking Easter

I'll wake up in the morning with a
Mild
mouthed on the comedy hour
Hadda be announced over loud speakers
The CIA and the Mafia are in cahoots
It hadda be said in old ladies' language
It hadda
sucked 
When I was on the couch
My nigga walked in 
He said that hoe was stout
I hit it from the back
My nigga took her mouth

By love real my nig
to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin' and throwin' your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests
to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin' and throwin' your sets in the air
Ya bumpin' them tables and chests
settle down
Shoe store
A movie house
Something like
Something like a french comedy
He's patronized by gentle souls
Their best intentions are their
comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin' and throwin' your sets in the air
Ya bumpin'
descent
Where light begins its wayward course
Felt by those below

For in the stead of absent rays
The scintillating, cerulean haze
Accents
comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin' and throwin' your sets in the air
Ya bumpin'
my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house
Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout
Nigga youse a bitch when I get'cha they gone miss you
Maybe we passed in a dimly lit hall
It could be years ago and I cannot recall
But there's something in the air
Trying to cut my breath as we stand
comes the two to the three and four
Three six mafia I want ya to wreck it all over the club floor
Blowin' and throwin' your sets in the air
Ya bumpin'
Ah yea,
We finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two,
Mystic stylez, Three Six Mafia in da hoe,
We finna do that shit

Mafia
as birds would fly.
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast. 

And later when we came
I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are
twisted off some nigga
Dedicated to you killa

Chorus x3

(Juicy J)
Guess who was scared
Niggas stalkin' in the Memphis streets
The Triple 6 them Mafia
There's a rumble in the distance a trembling in the air 
It's uncertain in direction does it come from here or there 
It's approaching by
How the laughter and life 
Filled up this silent house 
Silent house 

In the garden off the living room 
A chill fills the air 
And the lilies
The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces
a tornado, looking for a man to break

Yea I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around
Toss it in the air and put in the ground
Make sure you're never found,
and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along

Well we broke
Yeah....uhh
In the M.A.F.I.A.'s Land ya'll
Where loyalty is everything 
The M.A.F.I.A. forgives but never forgets
Let me tell you

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