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[Featuring Three 6 Mafia] 
[Hook:] X 4 
We bogus bogus and mafia! 
Say what? 
[Never] 
Stand tall when this shit jump off 
Better back back down 
Got a wild wolf pack attack 
We'll body snatch em  crack em 
Detach and smack em 
Run from the gun finna have you some 
Spin em around ready to drown em 
Missin arm leg leg arm head they found em stankin 
Cuz he wasn't ready for the wild gankin 
Blindfold execution style 
Certified straight lunatic bucked 
Good county bounty rowdy better be audi 
Bangers fulla anger, step into my chamber 
Oh I'm finna hang ya, rodeo ranglers 
Ride, east coast west coast 
In the middle, down south, 2 bogus 
Hypnotized Minds with the Conflict bumpin 
Your trunk and we steady dumpin 
[Crunchy Black?] 
It's a motherfuckin stick up 
Giddy your shit up 
Three 6 finna tear the motherfuckin club up 
Crucial Conflict, click I roll with 
Better get a bitch, war and straight gun up 
Gimme that money, ain't shit funny 
Fuckin with a motherfuckin nigga from down south 
Nigga think I'm ?tray? hoe I ain't ?tray? 
Find this gun in your motherfuckin mouth, test me baby 
If you think I'm playin, proof test me baby 
If you know what I'm sayin 
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here prayin 
Got a couple motherfuckin niggas over here layin 
Face down in the ground hopin dead they live 
You ain't Mafia, you don't know the deal 
Representin Memphis to the fullest and I got my gat 
But it ain't where you from it's where you at 
I'm in the golden, nigga 
[Hook] X 4 
[Coldhard] 
Well if your city's hardest 
Man have you seen the lives I feel that I have lived before 
Paid to do my same life 
Hopin I don't get dropped bogus for nothin I do 
Smoke Hay like them playas back in the 50's, it's a new 
We in the cell too 
We could get clink claks and thousand suits 
Lizard boots, a ring or two 
How you move to the blue, how you call us crew 
Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze you lose 
Me and my down south niggas rule 
Fuck the other nigga, we pay dues too 
[Juicy J] 
This goes out to all my niggas 
Flippin cheese and countin figures 
Put your boy up in the picture 
Knowin I wanna be down with ya 
Memphis niggas, Chi-Town niggas 
Clicked up like notorious killas 
Never focused, always bogus 
Blunts and guns is all we totin 
Constantly rollin, constantly rollin 
Tight on white but weed I'm smokin 
Every corner playas postin 
Eyes are red from dope we chokin 
All your hoes they blowin kisses 
Pay attention to our pimpin 
Flict, Nino, and the Juice 
We tear the club up thugs and bitches 
[Kilo] 
Bone solid! Cuz papa was a rolling stone 
Gotta get em on and it's on but in the terror zone 
Havin visions of glistens my posse ridin 
Dippin in my stridin 
Never slippin, just slidin, canivin 
Bogus bogus nigga hopeful 
Got that mossberg 
Send the word, Kilo 
Not because the mac spittin potent dope 
And this overdose, comatose 
We gon rush and drain your mind 
It's a Conflict in the ghetto 
And we livin in crucial times 
[Hook] X 4 
[Lord Infamous] 
Scarecrow is frozen, not frozen and cold 
We the cold terrorists, we have entered this city Chicago 
Cruical the Conflict the Memphis streets is 
Now you niggas know you can't break (..?..) 
I'ma let this mob take off 
Won't stop until I knock it off 
The left fill it up till it wet and erupt 
Erupt like muggin my type busta 
Come get up in the middle of an inner city riddle 
Wanna fill a figure up, and not just a little 
Feel my force, of course you're hoarse 
>From the rusty point of Scarecrow's sickle 
Stabbin up thorugh the ?vouches? 
Lord Infamous shock absorbin 
I'm squishin like project roaches 
Cuz we be the niggas 2 bogus 2 bogus 
[Wildstyle] 
Smile for the bullhorn the alarm to run 
Gun got me so gone hit em son 
We the number one young gun 
Hold em up or fold em up son no love for none 
Run up and get done punk 
Hit em up jump straight bucked 
When it dump it come bullet'll thump ya junk 
It's on fool pull the wrong move 
And soon lose ya like Lucifer 
In the middle make a fool of ya 
Ruin ya nigga choose and get abused ya crushed 
Huh? Where ya nuts son? 
I got Chicago straight Chicago 
98 shit figured up on John Doe 
In the roll no flow peepin at all 
Close to coast close to crawl 
Bump em all, put em in shock 
Cuz ya can't walk or walk 
If ya know who the boss, pack it up 
Ya lost, say what? 
[Hook] (till fade)

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