Triple b*tch Mafia lyrics

[Intro: Playa Fly]
Triple, triple, triple, triple
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy, Flizy
Fli-Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin

[Verse 1]
Hangin' low, chiefin' high, time to make you b*tches cry
Triple b*tches talkin sh*t, but you hoes are gonna die
Playa comin' harder won't bothered by yo pettiness
Break the law so super slaw and boy you can't compare to this
Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes
Bet that tech'll get respect, plus Lil Ibn full of blow
How the f*ck you figure you'd be bigger cause you makin' cheese
Half the sh*t you makin' b*tch belong to Fly and Gangsta B
Thinkin' bout my mega clout, Playa Fly's in the house
Fly so high in Funkytown, mane, you love to hear me shout
n*gga, you's a b*tch and when I get you they gone miss you, punk
Tie you to my n*gga's bumper, busta you won't reach the trunk
Crunk from the funk and a blunt, now my body's numb
Give me one, I got me one, now, busta, you gon' give me some
Just because you crave, meet yo grave, time for stoppin' ya
Poppin' ya, droppin' the Triple b*tch Mafia

[Chorus]
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
[Verse 2]
Man, I wish you n*ggas would do the sh*t you claim you could
Stealin', robbin', killin', mobbin'; never in my f*ckin' hood
Busta, come on, face the facts, rollin' three blunts out a sack
Hear you mention Funkytown, but never touch the funky pack
In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya f*ckin' heart stop
Drop to ya f*ckin guts, spook you, reachin' for ya Glocks
Ain't no time for reason, throwin' pieces and the "L" sign
Call this matter life and death, man, you walk a thin line
Crime on my mind, yo, it's murder, and I'm on them slopes
Any b*tches claimin' 6's, ho, you goin' up in smoke
As I hear them country raps, comin' from a Crunchy Black
Man, you soundin' super wack, and Fly know who's behind that
Pranksta Boo, ho, you through, ho, I gotta get you, too
Facial features favor Hell, ugly duckling of the crew
And to you, you handicap b*tch, yeah, I'm watchin ya
Flizzy gon' assassinate the Triple b*tch Mafia

[Chorus]
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
[Verse 3]
Roastin' toastin' triple duck, triple tradin', shut it up
Runnin' fellow T-O Jack, f*ck around and get it stuck
Buck, feelin' f*cked, now what's up, put you on the spot
Triple sissies sayin' sh*t, Marcus pass them plastic Glocks
Put that pistol in yo face, if you run, f*ck a chase
Hollow tips will stop the pop, and lemon peelers win this race
Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low
Busta taken off the map, wonder do yo roadies know?
Tricky Ricky "Scarecrow", cooler than a fan, though
Ridin' with the Triple b*tch is nothin' but anna, ho
Now you know, and to you, busta b*tch who call him Koop
Paul so weakly to that b*tch, now the ho is runnin' you
Juicy claim he smokin' square, Playa knowin' you's a lie
As we chiefed them mega blunts, I thought you was 'bout to die
Now I'm stayin' super high, anna brings that trigger itch
If you keep on talkin sh*t, I'll cripple fix a triple b*tch

[Chorus]
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
Triple b*tch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Flizzy, Flizzy comin gunnin'
Three six runnin', ain't no time for that
[Break: Lil Fly and others]
Yeah, hoe
This Lil Fly up in this mothaf*cka
With the South Park Posse, you know
Triple b*tch ass n*ggas
Y'all hoes can't f*ck with this
That sissy ass Paul boy
That Ricky boy, that Darnell boy
That Chantrelle b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'?
That Robert boy, that Jordan Houston boy
You know what I'm sayin'?
All you hoes got to go
South Park in full mothaf*ckin' effect
Finna roast all you hoes
All my n*ggas, Tony Bone, [?], and Gangsta Weed
My n*gga Shante, my cousin PeeWee, Psycho Pain, Dirty Red
What's up with these scrubs, mane?
Tony Bone, b*tch, I'm [?] that b*tch like he gon' do somethin', b*tch!
P Balla up in this mothaf*cka, grab Paul and Big Willy
With-With ya rolly boat, biatch!
Yeah, my n*gga Shante in this mothaf*cka
What's up with these playa hatin' ass hoes
Triple b*tch, di*k suckin' ass ho's
Yeah, this Shante in this mothaf*cka, sayin' what's up
Y'all got my n*ggas f*cked up
Talkin' about doin' somethin' to him
Yeah, y'all mothaf*ckin' [?] clan
Y'all whooped me so bad on y'all tape
I wish one of you busta ass b*tches would put ya hands on
A mothaf*ckin' Playa
'Cause, n*gga, I'll smoke you, di*ky
di*k, glass, di*k smokin' ass b*tches, mane
Yeah, [?] in this mothaf*cka with the .45 sendin' shots
I'll catch Tricky Ricky, Scarecrow, down on the streets
Yeah, boy, you can't come back on Fl'izz'y, n*gga
I'll catch you slippin', b*tch
Yeah, all-all these b*tches out here that live, dog, this sh*t real
n*gga, please stop tradin' on that mic, b*tch
Yeah, Lil Fly up in this mothaf*cka
f*ck you Triple 6, what's up?
b*tch Mafia, Triple b*tch Mafia
Triple b*tch Mafia, Triple b*tch Mafia
I'm full of funk, I'm stayin' crunk, and Fly ain't barin' no trick
I'm finished, swish 'em full of skunk, tote it, now take me a hit
b*tch, the lick
Hit the lick, all you Triple b*tch! Hit a lick on Triple b*tch
Yeah, let that sh*t ride like Claires, baby

[Outro: Lil Fly]
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Triple b*tch Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Triple b*tch Mafia
Triple b*tch Mafia
Triple b*tch-Triple b*tch-Triple b*tch-Triple b*tch-Triple b*tch Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Fl'izz'y comin', Fl'izz'y comin', Fl'izz'y comin', Fl'izz'y comin'
Fl'izz'y comin', gunnin', Three 6 runnin', ain't no time for that