[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Lil Buck]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
Woke up early Tuesday mornin', on that devil shit
Time to hit the track, I got a sack, now where is Triple Six?
Ridin' through the park, tryin' to find a n***a at the store
Cheese is what I'm makin' 'cause I'm wakin' up all on the floor
If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts
Paul, with the .45, shoot 'em in his fuckin' guts
Killer goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta' stop, get a Tanq'
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out
Loced out (Triple Six Mafia)
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
It seems the X to the X, triple times, a six thousand degrees
The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on your ass, like a million OZ's
You see the J, the O, the I-N-T
Lord Infamous smokin' these n***as like a fuckin' terrorist from third world countries
I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P
A buster, a buster, could never, could never come fuck with
Fu-fuck w-with me
Lord the G that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees
They wish to approach the Scarecrow in the smoke but they can't face fatality
See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa
All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, bitch

[Chorus: Lord Infamous & Lil Buck]
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, smo-smoked out
Smoked out
Triple Six Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 3: Project Pat & Buckshot]
Murderer, robber
N***as with some charges, n***as you don't underestimate
'Cause we don't bar this, bullshit, The Triple 6
Bitch, I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
Tear it off, fool, that's your head with these buckshots
Ridin' in your neighborhood, bitch, with the Glock cocked
Pop, pop, 'til you drop, body lit up like a fuse *gunshots*
Head back to the hood, then watch you on the news
Confused as hell when you fall in the click
But that's what you get when you fuck with the Triple 6, bitch
[Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & DJ Paul]
Drippin' pizzniss on you trizznicks wanna front my style
Bloody Glock handle to your face, it's time to buck 'em down
I don't love hoes, meanin' aimin' at your skull
Dickity-duckin' from bullets won't help when I pull out the twelve gauge, releasin' the slugs (Ho)
You brand new groupies better catch up with your kind
You were slippin', now I see you, Triple 6 in my mind

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
North Memphis n***as, Triple 6 n***as
Real-ass killers, quick to pull the trigger
And not barin' no bitch, and not takin' no shit
Smoked out, loced out, ridin' with the pistol grip
Creep up on your ho-ass, leave you lyin' in the grass
Khaki suits, black mask, n***a, I'm about to blast
On these motherfuckers thinkin' the Juice Manne is a joke
Tryin' to test my pimpin', fuck around, and get your ass smoked
Claim you with that Devil shit? Come and join the Triple Six
Don't cross the line, bitch, and get your wig split

[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
First I grab the pump, and pump, shoot a punk n***a down
Clown like a fuckin' psychopath to them triple six sounds
M-Town, down killers love to squeeze on them triggers
Trigger the Killa Man answers within the mind of another figure
Figure out what form will the Devil confront you in
Transform into a friend, and note takin', life is at the end
Ends of the earth, hide secrets of your birth
How you live is how you die, but in the end, we all afraid
You pussy bitch motherfuckers, rumors startin' trick
Sissy-ass side busters, suck a n***a dick
Dick deep in the mouth of a talkin'-ass coward
N***a, you a duck, your named boughta be Howard
And how would a regular n***a survive against them Sixes?
You fool makin' bitches, don't get dumped in ditches
Lord Infamous bust, biggidy-bust on these busters
Take 'em out, we smoked out, we loced out
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out (Loced out)
[Outro: DJ Paul, Beavis & Butthead & Lord Infamous]
Yeah, you know I'm sayin'
You n***as can't fuck with the Triple Six
Bitch
Haha, you dumb-ass (Haha)
Triple 6—