Yeah Yeah We ain't playin' wit ya We ain't playin' wit ya Step yo ass up What you wanna do Get yo ass knocked down What you wanna do Get ready What you wanna do Three six mafia... mafia Let's go (wassup) Yeah We ain't playin' wit ya It's goin' down It's goin' down (screams) Chorus (X2) We gon hit em with da left, hit em with da right We gon hit em with da left, hit em with da right It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta It's a fight it's a fight head busta head busta Verse 1 See I'm the king of the ring ring Ring the bell and I'm comin out swing swing Swingin' left swingin' right till they ding ding He hit the ground bounce up like a spring spring Hit em again now like a birdie start to sing sing Bright lights cameras flashing like bling bling He started seeing things now I got em heads and knees on the floor crawl up to the corner crying I'm the man there's no defeating The ground you will be eating I'm ready sharp non stop this is easy Put em out da game like his name is Milli Vanilli Chorus (X2) Verse 2 Here we go again with these cowards that be haters Jealous of the three six cause we gettin our paper We'll whoop yo ass thought you knew we don't care about Noise talkin' fools get yo denture teeth knocked out We don't be playin when it come to handlin business Hit ya we dat one hitter quitter solid fistes And we take your corners and we shutting down your trap spot Kickin down yo door and we stomp you like a jauggernaught Call the police when you hear that we comin through Eyes stay red from the liqour and the zuzus We'll beat ya down anybody wanna step up Better say yo prayers you gon get yo face messed up Chorus (X2)