Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us текст песни

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1998

Three 6 mafia

Hooked up with the motherfuckin dayton family

Are yall ready for us

Bring the pain

Bitch yall aint ready for us

Miphia style

Flip time

98

Rollin like dees

Smoke the trees bitch

Chorus x2

We mafia, is it too much (we mafia mafia mafia ya)

Are you ready for us (we mafai mafia mafia ya)

Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000

(scarecrow)

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight

Cut the wings off an angel

On both sides

Im 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 dont give a fuck if you are naughty or nice

At night

Sacrifice

Good bye, lights out

(juicy j)

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

Chorus x4

(dayton family)

What the fuck you wanna do

Be a victim of my homicide

If you try to jack

Ill 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 aint that smooth

Motherfucker

Snooze motherfucker

Move motherfucker

Loose motherfucker

Put your face down to the floor

And dont you take a look up

I heard about what you cook up

See bitch this is a stick up

Im 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 dicks like a 44

Fuckin up your pussy wall

You ran your lip about your grip

And Im takin in on the stash box

Your pockets are swoll hoe

And Im lookin for a jackpot

I wear a mask on my face

So I wont catch a case

Keepin it low key

Dont nobody know me

Im 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

Its all about survival

I leave them like d-o-a

Bitch thats dead on arrival

Chorus x4

Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000

(dj paul)

Giveem 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 aint 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 wasnt ready for us

(gangsta boo)

Am I too much

To avoid, cant 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 Im 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 its my business bitch

Open up your own fuckin account

And get up out my shit

Chorus x4

Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000

(crunchy blac)

6 bitch

So dont you fuck with this click

Cause if you fuck with this click

Youll get a little of this (gun shots)

You must dont 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

Dont make me make your body numb trick

And have you hollerin out mafia mafia mafia mafia

(koopsta knicca)

Stick em dead

Kill em dead

Rush them tricks on down to the flo

With north memphis convicts

Bithces 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 dont 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

Im 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