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Da Mafia 6iX
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Body Parts
(feat. JGRXXN, Juicy J, Kokoe, La Chat, Lil Wyte, Locodunit, Point Blank, Project)
[Intro：DJ Paul]
Yeah! Scale-A-Ton
Wuh, and we Da motherfucking Mafia Six
Classic shit, Body Parts, who we got in this motherfucker?
Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, Lord Infamous, Crunchy Black
La Chat, Locodunit, Lil Wyte, Skinny Pimp, JGrxxn
Kokoe, Point Blank, Project Pat
WHAT?
(Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe?
Mafia, Mafi-Mafia, what's up wit' it doe, wit' it doe)
And I know y'all didn't think I was gonna leave my boy
Juicy J out this motherfucker
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Juicy J I keep them shooters
They gun you down cause I say so
Talking all that tough shit
Now what the fuck you niggas scared for?
Lay up off that action
They don't do no rapping
Ain't got shit to lose they grab them choppers and start clapping
Pull up at your moma house, everybody is a victim
Nigga we don't leave no witness, we be gone on a mission
Gone, now you going to miss, them choppers on them snow pistols
Couple hundred rounds gunned you down, shit's just like some missiles
Man you ain't get no drank, niggas ain't getting no cake
Niggas ain't flipping no weight, niggas just getting in the way
40 you say say, try to make my day
Pull them guns your way and now you ain't got no face
Oh we in the game and them niggas that focus on somebody that playin' with yall so gucci
My nigga I stunt, I will snatch up your dollars
When I'm in the club I got 100 bottles
You hating ass niggas you ain't got no spine
They run up on my watch, so I can't watch no time
Not only a threat, I'm also the best
You gon' have to learn to accept it like death
[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Which one of you fuck niggas wanna test me
Real gone, will be, they will call the police
Sirens off, keep this bitch up out this ho
I had to show [?]
North Memphis beatdown, caught em on the rebound
Death Tone, Funky Town, right now gun sound
Dead men, broke bars, more to get pulled apart
Koopsta too hard, my god, body parts, body parts
[Verse 3: Skinny Pimp]
Chrome 40 mag, when you got 'em stuck
Ran through the hood, then you ran for the door
Got a whole lot of bands but it's not for sale
Real street niggas don't hide here
Ducking and dodging the cops and shit
[?]
But it bounce right back at big Mafia six
They can't keep Skinny Pimp in this bitch
With DJ Paul, Gangsta Boo, Scarecrow, Crunch' and Koop
We breaking the law, damn they down my door, it's a fact y'all
We turning it up, put to hood [?]
All of us gots a plug
Niggas ain't got no money but still trying to fuck with us
[Verse 4: Lil Wyte]
And I got that thang changed, I hope you ready for what has begun
Dumped all this body parts in my trunk, and I did that there just for fun
Mom told me a long time ago 'The respect will come', and it's finally here
I got blonde hair [?]blood is that pure
Now I'm all the way gone ho when you need this shit
Get blessed like you done sneezed or some shit
I'm starting a new religion and The Scarecrow will be my beacon bitch
Mafia for life with me, my third I will always see a six
I'm fully involved will all of this, it's Lil Wyte till I'm deceased bitch
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
I'm all about my business, I'm all about my bread
Shoot these motherfuckers head in the head
I'mma make sure all you motherfuckers dead
Catch a nigga slipping, hit him with the bat
Duct-Duct tape them, that's what I said
Check from over there, look up under the bed
All a nigga came for was motherfucking bread
Mafia Six in this motherfucking bitch
[Verse 6: La Chat]
La Chat bitch, I'm wrecking shit
Bitch talking, texting and shit
[?]
[?], respect this bitch
Lips still in my game mane, right hand's my gun hand
Fucked up, we getting fucked up, that bull shit, fuck you say?
Bodies we be slaying, fuck you we dump them in your trunk
No remorse for all these haters, run them down like Forest Gump
Crestwood is my hood, and I rep it all day
I'm the madest desert eagle till the twos wanna play
[Verse 7: Project Pat]
Pat'aahh
Chopper on the floor, work on the stove
Loud to my lips, smoke out my nose
All these bands, I be jugging on my hustle, on my pan
You get fucked up little pussy with my fingers on this hand
Cut the grass like a lawnmower, like a rake
Faught you niggas like Django, quick as a snake
Anything for the money, [?]
With the pistols upside your head I'm like death checkmate
Project like the Rolexs and them Breitlings
Duffel bag full of motherfucking dead white meat
Told your bitch pussy [?]
But I smashed on the ass like [?]
[Verse 8: Locodunit]
Ready for 09's, ain't got a role model
You fuck with my high, you're not going to roll right
Breaking two gold bottles, hang with the real
Chill with the real rockers, killers and pill poppers
We cuffing that shit and them niggas that steal choppers
Fuck you feel about this? Real lane
Scale-A-Ton tatted from my arm, drawn in my palms
Kush inbetween my index and my thumb, exhale from my lungs
Load the Tommy Gun, split the tongues, kill them one by one
Dump all the body parts into my trunk
[Verse 9: Point Blank]
Didn't give a fuck about yesterday, don't give a fuck today
And tomorrow I'm probably going to feel the same fucking way
They love you when I hit it, hate me when I miss it
So much yack in system you can smell it when I'm pissing
I smoke like a broke down engine, I love my money like I love my women
Let me show you how to whip it, let me show you how to pack it
Let me show you how to sell it, let me show you how to stack it
Pillow talking with these rest might get you excited
But don't let the pillow talk get you green lighted
Now I'm in the mix with the Mafia Six, but I breathe H-Town
I'mma die coalition, coalition
Told you once, told you a million motherfucking times
I'm like a shredder, don't get caught up in my fucking grind
Mix me with that shit, it's the wrong night
Body parts, hope it's them bitch niggas I don't like
[Verse 10: JGRXXN]
Monkey ass niggas sit banana clips (aye)
And water niggas 'bout to make me click (them)
Fucking with the Six catch a hot tip
I never go, never without my click
Ana for you niggas to the grizzle
And niggas think they superman, so you can get your issue
Six million ways to put them in the trunk
JGreen on the scene, put the body parts in dump
[Verse 11: Kokoe (DJ Paul)]
I'm the hardest Mexican, out of west L.A
Talk that shit your body end up in the fucking bay
All I listen to is Eazy and N.W.A
Now I'm riding with the Mafia, homie here to spray
Numb killers, drug dealers, cap-pealers
And hoes that never catch feelings
Cut the check, I cut your neck, put you in a body bag
Because your boy never ever ever have respect for a snitch
Nah bitch (Don't want it)
Nah bitch (Don't want it)
Nah, nah, nah, nah (Don't want it)
(Scale-A-Ton out the kitch', Scale-A-Ton out the kitch', you don't want nothing bitch)
[Verse 12: Lord Infamous]
It's the murder chains of massacre, [?]attacking ya
I'm nuking them like dracula, the bullets get on smacking ya
The ammo enter front then it coming out the back of ya
I gotta get your goon, skin his brain while I'm stabbing ya
[?]
Put on the gas and light up'll make your ass combust
I am Lord Infamous, I do not take prisoners
Mission to enter you, decrease your temperature
Serial killer, wicked voodoo minister
Scorpion sometimes Dr. Kevorkian
Shoot you in the porcelain, and give me [?]
Ghetto went corporate, Illuminati ornament
[Verse 13: Gangsta Boo]
All these fake ass hoes in my face, we ain't cool
But back with the Six, now I'm getting the bitches [?]
Unexpected gather, bitches shaking
We would like you shot your own self in the basement
Rule up in Memphis, so I'm kinda crazy
I don't give a fuck about what they saying
Hashtag that shit, put them at the real Boo
Mighty Mississippi [?]coast got killers
[Verse 14: DJ Paul]
Yeah, the Chump is here
I'm about to come out swinging
[?]from me, what was they thinking?
What the fuck [?]niggas be drinking
I'm too deep in the game [?]
[?]you out of sequence
I put your head on a secret, I make you start bleeding
I leave your ass stinking without me even fucking blinking
I'm harder than hard, don't fuck with the god
I come from a part where niggas don't starve, where niggas they in
Don't give a fuck about friends, them niggas hit in
I leave them leaking, and that there is a bad end
My gun don't give a fuck about illegal when I pull the trigger
It don't care if you even a fucking nigga
This pussy shit is unacceptable, don't test my testicles
I'm pointing [?], and leaving you niggas vegetables
With being Francis Jackson is the only way I got two faces
Had them sharp bullets going up and taking two faces
Niggas got my name on their tongue like they shoe laces
I lace you niggas with revolver bullets and leave no traces
Leave them up [?], mouth full of civil well
Put the price on your head, now my goons are millionaire
[?]
I don't give a fuck about care, so I never care
I'm a millionaire so the traphouse like [?]
Nah I'm lying, I still celebrate
A gun from the hip, so I still sell a bitch
Run around in a row with my nose in that shit, trick
With hella guns, big guns, you really want some?
I'm not sane, I'm insane, my guns go rappa-bam-bam
And I bum on these bitches [?]
Where the fuck I'm coming from [?]
Bitch!
Fuck you motherfuckers
I'm out of here
I'm going to the bar
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