Are U Ready 4 Us

<br>Hahaha<br><br>1998<br><br>Three 6 mafia<br><br>Hooked up with the motherfuckin dayton family<br><br>Are yall ready for us<br><br>Bring the pain<br><br>Bitch yall aint ready for us<br><br>Miphia style<br><br>Flip time<br><br>98<br><br>Rollin like dees<br><br>Smoke the trees bitch<br><br><br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)<br><br>Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)<br><br><br><br>Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000<br><br><br><br>(scarecrow)<br><br>Mixtures of sin and gin on sight<br><br>Cut the wings off an angel<br><br>On both sides<br><br>Im suin<br><br>Huntin<br><br>All them suckas<br><br>State your last name first<br><br>Meyers, michael<br><br>Lord is killin<br><br>Three 6 killin<br><br>What else will I say<br><br>Even children<br><br>Probably dont give a fuck if you are naughty or nice<br><br>At night<br><br>Sacrifice<br><br>Good bye, lights out<br><br><br><br>(juicy j)<br><br>Can you feel me<br><br>Can you hear me<br><br>Did you pick the scene<br><br>A lot of fools done fucked around town<br><br>Showed up in your dreams<br><br>Standin in a hideaway<br><br>Inferred, them guns spray<br><br>Gotcha shakin<br><br>Gotcha nervous<br><br>Knowin not how to get away<br><br>Lookin out the window pane<br><br>Cause all your gonna feel is pain<br><br>In your yard I see a tree<br><br>I also see your body hang<br><br>See the phone<br><br>Pick it up<br><br>The wire that is only cut<br><br>I meant to pray<br><br>Your still gonna die<br><br>Too late bitch<br><br>Your time is up<br><br><br><br>Chorus x4<br><br><br><br>(dayton family)<br><br>What the fuck you wanna do<br><br>Be a victim of my homicide<br><br>If you try to jack<br><br>Ill leave you dead head in the g ride<br><br>And creep up out my vehicle<br><br>And continue my jack move<br><br>Still gat under the dirt<br><br>Now put it up in your hand<br><br>Now aint that smooth<br><br>Motherfucker<br><br>Snooze motherfucker<br><br>Move motherfucker<br><br>Loose motherfucker<br><br>Put your face down to the floor<br><br>And dont you take a look up<br><br>I heard about what you cook up<br><br>See bitch this is a stick up<br><br>Im takin you off your tippy toes<br><br>Take your cheese<br><br>And fuck your hoes<br><br>Givin you crack sacks, macks back in your cadillacs<br><br>Drop glock in my draws<br><br>Extra clip up under my balls<br><br>My dicks like a 44<br><br>Fuckin up your pussy wall<br><br>You ran your lip about your grip<br><br>And Im takin in on the stash box<br><br>Your pockets are swoll hoe<br><br>And Im lookin for a jackpot<br><br>I wear a mask on my face<br><br>So I wont catch a case<br><br>Keepin it low key<br><br>Dont nobody know me<br><br>Im just like a snake<br><br>When I creep through your window<br><br>So motherfuck the cops<br><br>Cold hard on me kin though<br><br>So motherfuck the 5-0<br><br>Its all about survival<br><br>I leave them like d-o-a<br><br>Bitch thats dead on arrival<br><br><br><br>Chorus x4<br><br><br><br>Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000<br><br><br><br>(dj paul)<br><br>Giveem two<br><br>To the head<br><br>Three to the neck<br><br>And the other fuckin tip<br><br>Too his motherfuckin chest<br><br>Gotta buck him down<br><br>Gotta buck him down town<br><br>Talkin bout these clowns<br><br>Talkin shit up in my fuckin town<br><br>Since he aint dead yet<br><br>Check his head<br><br>Check his chest<br><br>Playa should have guessed<br><br>He was strapped with a fuckin vest<br><br>Hoe you should have known<br><br>You was fuckin with the triple 6<br><br>We bust<br><br>I knew you wasnt ready for us<br><br><br><br>(gangsta boo)<br><br>Am I too much<br><br>To avoid, cant you fuck with us<br><br>In the lexus truck with juicy j<br><br>Getting fucked up<br><br>Tearin the club up<br><br>What be bumpin on the radio<br><br>Mafia is what Im screamin<br><br>Till the day I die hoe<br><br>More game for the lame<br><br>Educate them bitches man<br><br>Stay in focus<br><br>Hocus pocus<br><br>Tryin my best to maintain<br><br>High as the sky<br><br>Is why its my business bitch<br><br>Open up your own fuckin account<br><br>And get up out my shit<br><br><br><br>Chorus x4<br><br><br><br>Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000<br><br><br><br>(crunchy blac)<br><br>6 bitch<br><br>So dont you fuck with this click<br><br>Cause if you fuck with this click<br><br>Youll get a little of this (gun shots)<br><br>You must dont know who you fuckin with bitch<br><br>Cause we leavin bodies in body bags<br><br>Drop em off in a ditch<br><br>Know I mean kid<br><br>Know I mean kid, huh<br><br>See we come from<br><br>A natural bomb<br><br>A natural gun<br><br>A natural gimme some<br><br>Dont make me make your body numb trick<br><br>And have you hollerin out mafia mafia mafia mafia<br><br><br><br>(koopsta knicca)<br><br>Stick em dead<br><br>Kill em dead<br><br>Rush them tricks on down to the flo<br><br>With north memphis convicts<br><br>Bithces call me koopsta hoe<br><br>Fuck me once never twice<br><br>Wrapped up on that game of dice<br><br>How can I lie<br><br>When at nine hundred times<br><br>You said you was a man of the house<br><br>I dont really done it<br><br>Koop you hung around that nigga man<br><br>Try so hard to be a soldier bitch<br><br>But come out to be dealt with trick<br><br>Im sick in the head<br><br>Better call fred<br><br>Dirty red<br><br>Yeah, yeah you gon look<br><br>Too late fuckin fool<br><br>Cause you drownin in your poo poo