Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us Lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, 1998
Three 6 Mafia, hooked up
With the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are ya'll ready for us?

Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time 98
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees, bitch

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
'Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight
Cut the wings off an angel
On both sides
I'm suin', huntin'

All them suckas
State your last name first
Meyers, Michael
Lord is killin', Three 6 killin'

What else will I say
Even children probably don't give a fuck
If you are naughty or nice
At night, sacrifice
Goodbye, lights out

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Did you pick the scene
A lot of fools done fucked around town

Showed up in your dreams
Standin' in a hideaway
Inferred, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin', gotcha nervous

Knowin' not how to get away
Lookin' out the window pane
'Cause all your gonna feel is pain
In your yard I see a tree
I also see your body hang

See the phone, pick it up
The wire that is only cut
I meant to pray, your still gonna die
Too late bitch, your time is up

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

What the fuck you wanna do
Be a victim of my homicide
If you try to jack
I'll leave you dead head in the G ride

And creep up out my vehicle
And continue my jack move
Still gat under the dirt
Now put it up in your hand

Now ain't that smooth, motherfucker
Snooze motherfucker
Move motherfucker
Loose motherfucker

Put your face down to the floor
And don't you take a look up
I heard about what you cook up
See bitch this is a stick up

I'm takin' you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese
And fuck your hoes
Givin' you crack sacks, macks back in your Cadillacs

Drop glock in my draws
Extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44
Fuckin' up your pussy wall

You ran your lip about your grip
And I'm takin' in on the stash box
Your pockets are swoll hoe
And I'm lookin' for a jackpot

I wear a mask on my face
So I won't catch a case
Keepin' it low key
Don't nobody know me

I'm just like a snake
When I creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops
Cold hard on me kin though

So motherfuck the 5-0
It's all about survival
I leave them like D-O-A

Bitch that's dead on arrival

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
'Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

Give 'em two to the head
Three to the neck
And the other fuckin' tip
Too his motherfuckin' chest

Gotta buck him down
Gotta buck him down town
Talkin' bout' these clowns
Talkin' shit up in my fuckin' town

Since he ain't dead yet
Check his head
Check his chest
Playa should have guessed
He was strapped with a fuckin' vest

Hoe you should have known
You was fuckin' with the Triple 6
We bust
I knew you wasn't ready for us

Am I too much
To avoid, can't you fuck with us
In the Lexus truck with Juicy J
Getting fucked up
Tearin' the club up

What be bumpin' on the radio
Mafia is what I'm screamin'
Till the day I die hoe
More game for the lame
Educate them bitches man

Stay in focus, hocus, pocus
Tryin' my best to maintain
High as the sky
Is why it's my business, bitch
Open up your own fuckin' account
And get up out my shit

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)

We mafia, is it too much
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
Are you ready for us?
(We mafia, mafia, mafia, ya)
'Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000

6, bitch
So don't you fuck with this click
Cause if you fuck with this click
You'll get a little of this
You must don't know who you fuckin' with bitch

'Cause we leavin' bodies in body bags
Drop 'em off in a ditch
Know I mean kid
Know I mean kid, huh

See we come from a natural bomb
A natural gun, a natural gimme some
Don't make me make your body numb trick
And have you hollerin' out mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia

Stick 'em dead
Kill 'em dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With North Memphis convicts
Bitches call me, Koopsta hoe

Fuck me once, never twice
Wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie
When at nine hundred times

You said, you was a man of the house
I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man
Try so hard to be a soldier bitch
But come out to be dealt with trick

I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, Dirty Red
Yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool
'Cause you drownin' in your poo poo