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Triple  triple  triple  triple 
Triple bitch mafia  mafia  mafia 
Flizy  Flizy  Flizy  Flizy  Flizy 
Fli Flizy comin gunnin three six runnin 

Hangin low cheefin high  time to make you bitches cry 
Triple bitches talkin shit  fuck you hoes are gonna die 
Playaz comin harder won't bothered by yo pettiness 
Break the law so super slaw  boy you can't compare to this 
Playaz on the scene for you green, jealous funky hoes 
A fifth of tech will get respect, plus you hoes full of blow 
Now the fuck you figga you'd be bigga cause you makin cheese 
Half the shit you makin bitch, glorifyin Gangsta B. 
Thinkin bout my nigga clout, Playa Fly's in the house 
Fly so high funkytown, man you love to hear me shout 
Nigga its official when I get'cha they gone miss you punk 
Tie you to niggaz bump but busta you won't reach the trunk 
Crunk from my bumb and blunt now my bodies numb 
Give me one I got me one now busta you gone give me some 
Just cause you crave, me so great times a stoppin ya 
Proppin ya, droppin da triple bitch mafia 

Chorus: 
Triple bitch mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia 
Flizy, Flizy comin gunnin 
Three six runnin 
(Repeat 4x) 

Man I wish you playaz would, do the shit you clam you could 
Stillin, robbin, killin, mobbin, never in my fuckin hood 
Busta come on face the fact, rollin three blunts and a sack 
I hear you mention funkytown but never touch the funky pack 
In others words, Gangsta Blac makes ya fuckin heart stop 
Drop to ya fuckin guns, leave you reachin for ya glocks 
Ain't no time for reason and thrown pieces in the air side 
Call this matter life and death, man you walk a thin line 
Crime on my mind yo its murder and I'm on them slopes 
Any bitches clamin sixes ho you goin up in smoke 
As I hear them country raps, comin from a Crunchy Blac 
Man you soundin super wack and Fly know who behind that 
Pranksta Boo, ho you through, ho I gotta get you too 
Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew 
And to you, you handicap bitch ya I'm watchin ya 
Flizy gone assassinate the triple bitch mafia 

[Chorus] (Repeat 4x) 

Roasten toasten triple duck, triple tradin set it up 
Runnin felony or jack, fuck around and get it stuck 
Fuck feelin fucked now what's up, put you on the spot 
Triple six is sayin shit, marks would pass them plastic glocks 
Put the pistol in yo face, if you run fuck the chase 
Hollow tips would stop the pop and lemon pillers win the race 
Catch a case I never wrote, smoke to keep it on the low 
Busta talkin off the map, wonder do yo rollas know 
Tricky Ricky Scarecrow, cooler then his clan though 
Riden wit the triple bitch is but ana 'ho 
Now you know, and to you, busta bitch call up Koop 
Talk so weakly to that bitch, now that ho is runnin you 
Juicy clam he smokin sqaures playa know you a lie 
As we cheefed them mega blunts, I thought you was bout to die 
Now I'm stayin super high and raisin trigger itch 
If you keep on talkin shit, I'll triple fix a triple bitch 

[Chorus] (Repeat 6x) 

[Talking until end of song]

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