“Hard Out Here For a Pimp” earned them an Academy Award (!!!) for Best Original Song in 2006, as the world woke up to their impact.(Lord Infamous) Let me just take you somewhere secret Gonna cut out of the lights down dim, forget all About your world We gonna not flow it what we feel and share uhh Few private thoughts, I'm not just Out for your s**, let me simp-lify Light up things and life that You find complex, forget what You heard bout me cause your a Scarecrow who think but there's no Pressure on you cause you know What you must do Check this out Lets have a drink And I give You time to think Let me puff This buddah blunt and cut on This p**** bunk here come lounge Here by my side tonight your My devils bride and there's uhh Freek deep inside have no shame No need to high ride, do you Keep all the shame get it all Like thugsta she she must be Candle tipsy on this crystal like your gypsy now I got Her on all fours, bout to break Down the head, boy crash this crowd On through the wall now she howlin like a dog swept poor We hit the floor it don't quit Another one break It's just another victim of Lord Infamous late night tip Chorus x2 I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why) Takin' trips and buyin' gifts I'm sorry your not on the tip (what) If you want romance You should just stick who you already with (ok) If you in that means you can just hit me on that late night tip (ooh) (DJ Paul) I done seen Some funny and shh since I got in this game They wants my crib they wants my kid since I ain't gots my thang I never recall you askin' last boyfriend but Nathan But now they be purple on gold Got ya aggrivatin' (I need a coach bag) I can't be even doin' it (I need my hair done) Me too, I ain't got nothin' to do with it I've been through with it You and the since the first time you ask and might a add Playas like me can't be savin' your a** A string of party-starting, genre-defining singles would follow, as well as arguably their biggest legacy: the rise of trap music, which would spread from the Deep South across the country. They became progenitors of hip-hop’s blinged-out crunk phase, defined by the trunk-rattling When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1. As the group entered the new millennium, the murky, horror-inspired sound that began with their 1995 underground classic, Mystic Stylez, would reach a global audience. Even before the Backyard Posse linked up with Koopsta Knicca, Gangsta Boo, and Crunchy Black, they all were already dynamic MCs, producers, and DJs with a deep catalog of locally distributed cassettes. The throughline among them? A dedication to the art and science of rap music. But like supervillains, each of the six Mafia members has an origin story worth its own book. Their story as a collective traces back to 1991, when Memphis-based brothers DJ Paul and Lord Infamous formed the Backyard Posse with Juicy J. Their blood-curdling, progressive proto-trap and machine-gun flows have soaked into and defined the contemporary consciousness of hip-hop and pop. It’s hard to imagine what music would sound like today without Three 6 Mafia.