Mystic Styles

Lyrics

Ah yea We finna get ready
 To bump that "Smoked out, loced out" part two
 Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoe
 We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...
 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
 Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
 Bustaz get so dazed and amazed
 As Lil' Fly's enchants
 Memories of smoked out loced out
 Puffed out as them demons dance
 Playaz lookin' wild, stole our style
 Devils in me so Fly can get so violent
 Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
 Enhance my skills to make me treal
 Treal enough to kill at will
 Will I kill you
 Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real
 Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
 Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly's style so mystic bitch
 The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the clique that's known as Triple 6
 Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em
 In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
 Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs
 Ain't got no feelings when im killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
 I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
 Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
 You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
 Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
 Layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man
 Mystic Styles of the ancient mutalations
 Torture, chambers filled with corpses in my basement
 Feel the, wrath of the fuckin' devilition
 Three 6 Mafia creation of Satan
 My styles are slick, yo body bitch that I will chop in pieces
 No fuckin' clue to da 5-0 click
 No fuckin' witnesses an...
 They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face
 The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
 I blaze da blunt up in da air just to relax and get high
 Da moon is full and all I see is 6-6-6 in da sky
 The Three 6 Mafia
 Tha devils daughter bitch is so wild
 Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style
 I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
 A nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can't get none
 Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit anamosity
 Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas
 Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
 LaChat got tha gat
 Creepin' up from tha back
 Chrome tone now it's on
 Neva love a nigga joan
 Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
 Man ho takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
 Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they dont know about
 Suckas be talkin' that shit I'm puttin' these funky niggas on da house
 Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
 Yo Crunchy Black da demons child has a mean ass stun
 I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
 You need to keep it closed trick before you get yo wig split
 A candle light the demon night is what it have to be
 Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries
 Ya thought I was dead naw instead I just faked on yo ass
 And now I'm back wit that mask and I'm ready to blast
 Now tell me something has emerged
 Legions of demons
 Koopsta Knicca finna
 Rip 'em in plenty trick
 For a date with my smith & wesson
 Bitch you living
 Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
 Rip his legs
 Cut him down
 Bitch with mass up in his town
 Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
 Steppin' to that Koopsta bitch
 Da wicked witch of horror
 Horror da chambers the demons that came up
 To feed off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
 Now ya lifes in danger
 Evil...
 Notice the murderous vocalist
 Infamous rippin' up all of your ho shit
 Approachin Da Scarecrow'll butchure and
 Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
 Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
 Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
 Every nigga that try to compare with the
 Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
 When you walk throught the wilderness
 Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
 I suggest you watch out for the booby traps
 Mane cause the Scarecrow is out there only for huntin'
 Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
 Rest in Peace he taught me bout these mean streets
 So therefore nigga you dont wanna come deal with the mafia
 We'll drop you deep down beneath
 The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
 Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity
 With the style thats mystic
 Deep when we creep
 Take yo' last breath
 Roll up yo' tombstone
 Smoke a blunt of death
 Beware
 The juice'll leave ya fuckin' hoes in terror
 And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6 devils
 Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed
 Cruel with my harpoon
 Straight through yo heart fool
 Soon I'll have you in tha trance
 Swearin hearin' evil chants
 Two knifes stuck down in my pants
 Bustas do not stand a chance
 See Im'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
 Strong as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones
 A Glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death
 Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step
 We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane
 Robbin' and workin' these hoes foo it ain't no thang
 I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations
 Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax evasion
 Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
 A rusty ass Tec 9 will make ya hit ya knee
 I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
 By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws
 I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
 My dogs across the street in the grass
 When I'm sweatin the track
 Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file
 I been a mean child for a while within' a Mystic Style
 Aww yea it's like this for da 95'
 Just like last year
 You can't fuck wit us...
 Beeeooooooooooootch!
 Hehe, you dumbass
 Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out
 Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
 Straight from Funkytown ho
 (Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin'
 Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out ho)
 (This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they
 Ana to tha floo I'm out)
 (Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
 Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka
 Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho
 Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka
 Tha mystical one nigga

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Song Details

Duration
06:23
Key
2
Tempo
138 BPM

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