Triple Bitch Mafia - Playa Fly

Triple  triple  triple  triple 
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