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

 Verse 1:

 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)

 Verse 2:

 Man I wish you niggaz 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)

 Verse 3:

 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