[00:00.00][Intro: DJ Paul]
[00:00.73]Aw, yeah
[00:01.38]We finna get ready to bump that Smoked Out, Loced Out Part 2
[00:03.46]Mystic Stylez, Three 6 Mafia in the hoe
[00:05.75]We finna do this shiiiit
[00:07.23][Hook: Lord Infamous]
[00:09.25]Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
[00:12.29]Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
[00:15.57]Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
[00:19.18]Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
[00:21.96][Verse 1: Playa Fly]
[00:22.90]Bustas get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants
[00:26.33]Memories of "Smoked Out, Loced Out" bumped out as them demons dance
[00:29.78]Playas lookin' wild, stole our style, Devil's in me so
[00:33.19]Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I'm on that blow
[00:36.66]Enhance my skills that make me trill, trill enough to kill at will
[00:40.11]Will I kill you? Fly will peel you off the map, that's all so real
[00:43.63]Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit?
[00:47.08]Hmm, call it Mystic Stylez, 'cause Fly's style so mystic, b***h
[00:50.40][Verse 2: MC Mack]
[00:51.08]The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that's known as Triple 6
[00:53.70]Don't bar no lemon busta niggas, we dont love 'em
[00:56.43]And my trunk is where I stuff 'em
[00:57.66]Suckas run they liquor, I deliver, nigga, hollow thangs
[01:00.94]Ain't got no feelin's when im killin' cluckers, best to duck for cover
[01:04.49]I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost
[01:07.98]Infared to ya head, full of lead, yawkin' lames
[01:10.45]You can betcha bottom dollar that I'm spittin' game
[01:11.85]Niggas underestimate my pimpin', but Mack ain't trippin'
[01:14.66]Sprayin', layin' skanky b*****s to the canvas and bustas
[01:17.54]Can I manage
[01:18.40][Bridge: Lord Infamous]
[01:19.14]Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
[01:20.95]Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
[01:24.52]Feel the wrath of the ****in' devilition
[01:28.03]Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan
[01:31.31][Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
[01:32.14]My styles are slick, yo' body, b***h, that I will chop in pieces
[01:34.97]No ****in' clue to the 5-0 click, no ****in' witnesses, and
[01:38.37]They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
[01:42.16]The scandalous b***h is so-so slick, that's why I got away safe
[01:45.78]I blaze a blunt up in the air, just to relax, and get high
[01:49.18]The moon is full, and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky
[01:52.73]The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil's Daughter b***h is so wild
[01:56.20]Whatever you b*****s are doin', you cannot compare to my mystic styles
[01:59.43][Verse 4: La Chat]
[02:00.44]I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motha****in' shotgun
[02:03.71]My nigga with the 9's, showin' these b*****s they can't get none
[02:07.30]Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin'
[02:08.59]And doggin' these b*****s with animosity
[02:10.64]Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas
[02:12.48]'Cause these hoes can't **** wit me
[02:14.23]La Chat got the gat, creepin' up from the back
[02:16.11]Chrome tone, now it's on, never love a nigga John
[02:17.88]'Cause I'm a crazy b***h, cuttin' off niggas dicks
[02:19.64]Man, ho takin' these niggas, gotta keep it rich
[02:21.37]B*****s be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
[02:24.70]Suckas be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
[02:27.90][Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
[02:28.69]Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
[02:31.08]Yo' Crunchy Black, the demon child has a mean ass stun
[02:34.49]I had to buck you, hoe, runnin' yo' mouth with that weak ass shit
[02:37.97]You need to keep it closed, trick, before you get yo' wig split
[02:41.56]The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
[02:44.87]Another problem for the folks on Unsolved Mysteries
[02:48.46]You thought I was dead, naw instead, I just faked on yo' ass
[02:51.94]And now I'm back with the mask and I'm ready to blast
[02:55.23][Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]
[02:56.09]Now tell me somethin' has emerged
[02:57.56]We return against legions of demons
[02:59.16]Koopsta Knicca finna rip 'em in plenty dread
[03:01.54]Buck 'em dead with my Smith & Wesson
[03:03.05]B***h, you livin', now you cowards waitin' to bite our ****in' style
[03:06.25]Reap his legs, cut him down, b***h, we massive in this town
[03:10.05]Niggas bound to break you somethin' off of in the house of torture
[03:13.35]Steppin' up to the Koopsta, b***h that - that wicked witch of horror
[03:17.04]Horror, the chambers, the daemons that came up
[03:20.27]To feed on your soul, 'fore we live on yo' anger, now your life's in danger
[03:23.52][Verse 7: Lord Infamous]
[03:24.42]Evil
[03:25.22]Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
[03:27.40]Approachin' the Scarecrow will butcher and tearin' up niggas with double the lyrical dopeness
[03:30.93]They go through the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up the melody
[03:34.03]Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia won't get through therapy
[03:37.86]When you walk through the wilderness, be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
[03:41.35]I suggest you watch out for the booby traps, mane, 'cause the Scarecrow is out there, yeah, only for huntin'
[03:45.07]Special thanks to my brother Phil Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout these mean streets
[03:48.32]And so therefore, nigga, you don't wanna come deal with the mafia, we'll drop you deep down beneath
[03:51.88]The killa imperial, black miracle from the bloody pacific
[03:54.88]Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that's mystic
[03:58.75][Verse 8: Juicy J]
[03:59.49]Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath
[04:02.19]Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
[04:05.73]Beware, the Juice'll leave you funky hoes in terror
[04:09.19]And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 Devils
[04:12.60]Whoever step up to this click, then ya doomed
[04:16.13]Cruel with my harpoon, straight through yo' heart, fool
[04:19.93]Soon, I'll have you in a trance, swearin', hearin' evil chants
[04:23.06]Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
[04:26.50][Verse 9: DJ Paul]
[04:27.19]See, I'm a cold hearted killer, like murderer Al Capone
[04:29.46]Strong as thousand mile winds, and quick to break ya bones
[04:33.29]A Glock 19-95 will cause a earlier death
[04:36.64]You walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your step
[04:40.11]We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight, mane
[04:43.64]Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
[04:47.08]I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
[04:50.55]Pimpin' so hard that I got locked down for some tax evasion
[04:54.25]Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
[04:57.37]A rusty ass Tec 9'll make ya hit your knee
[05:00.95]I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my motha****in' balls
[05:04.57]By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
[05:08.01]I got my cap to the side, watchin' my ****in' back
[05:11.31]My dogs across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
[05:15.03]Satan worshipper or thug'll be my profile, read my file
[05:18.42]I been a mean child for a while within the Mystic Stylez
[05:22.30][Outro: DJ Paul, Juicy J, Playa Fly, (Gangsta Boo), (LaChat), (Koopsta Knicca), Lord Infamous]
[05:23.13]Aw, yeah, it's like this for the '95
[05:25.18]Just like last year, you can't **** with us
[05:28.30]Biaaaatch!
[05:29.93]Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
[05:33.06]{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
[05:36.06]Yeah, Juicy "J" aka the Juice up in this b***h, and I'm out
[05:38.99]Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motha****a
[05:41.63]Straight from Funkytown, ho
[05:43.81](Gangsta Boo in this motha****a, you know what I'm sayin'?
[05:45.84]Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho)
[05:48.34]*laughing*
[05:51.98](This LaChat up in this motha****a, tellin' all these hoes
[05:54.77]Take they anna on to the floor, I'm out)
[05:57.07](Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
[06:00.93]Yeah, DJ Paul up in this motha****a
[06:03.30]Da Killaman, Prophet Entertainment in this ho
[06:06.65]Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this motha****a
[06:08.64]The mystical one nigga

Aw, yeah
We finna get ready to bump that Smoked Out, Loced Out Part 2
Mystic Stylez, Three 6 Mafia in the hoe
We finna do this shiiiit
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Bustas get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants
Memories of "Smoked Out, Loced Out" bumped out as them demons dance
Playas lookin' wild, stole our style, Devil's in me so
Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill, trill enough to kill at will
Will I kill you? Fly will peel you off the map, that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit?
Hmm, call it Mystic Stylez, 'cause Fly's style so mystic, b***h
The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas, we dont love 'em
And my trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver, nigga, hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelin's when im killin' cluckers, best to duck for cover
I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head, full of lead, yawkin' lames
You can betcha bottom dollar that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin', but Mack ain't trippin'
Sprayin', layin' skanky b*****s to the canvas and bustas
Can I manage
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the ****in' devilition
Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan
My styles are slick, yo' body, b***h, that I will chop in pieces
No ****in' clue to the 5-0 click, no ****in' witnesses, and
They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous b***h is so-so slick, that's why I got away safe
I blaze a blunt up in the air, just to relax, and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky
The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil's Daughter b***h is so wild
Whatever you b*****s are doin', you cannot compare to my mystic styles
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motha****in' shotgun
My nigga with the 9's, showin' these b*****s they can't get none
Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin'
And doggin' these b*****s with animosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas
'Cause these hoes can't **** wit me
La Chat got the gat, creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone, now it's on, never love a nigga John
'Cause I'm a crazy b***h, cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man, ho takin' these niggas, gotta keep it rich
B*****s be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckas be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo' Crunchy Black, the demon child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you, hoe, runnin' yo' mouth with that weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed, trick, before you get yo' wig split
The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for the folks on Unsolved Mysteries
You thought I was dead, naw instead, I just faked on yo' ass
And now I'm back with the mask and I'm ready to blast
Now tell me somethin' has emerged
We return against legions of demons
Koopsta Knicca finna rip 'em in plenty dread
Buck 'em dead with my Smith & Wesson
B***h, you livin', now you cowards waitin' to bite our ****in' style
Reap his legs, cut him down, b***h, we massive in this town
Niggas bound to break you somethin' off of in the house of torture
Steppin' up to the Koopsta, b***h that - that wicked witch of horror
Horror, the chambers, the daemons that came up
To feed on your soul, 'fore we live on yo' anger, now your life's in danger
Evil
Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin' the Scarecrow will butcher and tearin' up niggas with double the lyrical dopeness
They go through the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up the melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia won't get through therapy
When you walk through 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, yeah, only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Phil Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout these mean streets
And so therefore, nigga, you don't 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 that's mystic
Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath
Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
Beware, the Juice'll leave you funky hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 Devils
Whoever step up to this click, then ya doomed
Cruel with my harpoon, straight through yo' heart, fool
Soon, I'll have you in a trance, swearin', hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
See, I'm a cold hearted killer, like murderer Al Capone
Strong as thousand mile winds, and quick to break ya bones
A Glock 19-95 will cause a earlier death
You walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your step
We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked down for some tax evasion
Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass Tec 9'll make ya hit your knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my motha****in' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my ****in' back
My dogs across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshipper or thug'll be my profile, read my file
I been a mean child for a while within the Mystic Stylez
Aw, yeah, it's like this for the '95
Just like last year, you can't **** with us
Biaaaatch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
Yeah, Juicy "J" aka the Juice up in this b***h, and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motha****a
Straight from Funkytown, ho
(Gangsta Boo in this motha****a, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho)
*laughing*
(This LaChat up in this motha****a, tellin' all these hoes
Take they anna on to the floor, I'm out)
(Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this motha****a
Da Killaman, Prophet Entertainment in this ho
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this motha****a
The mystical one nigga