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Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us lyrics
featuring Dayton Family Hahaha 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 Chorus x2 We mafia is it too much (We mafia mafia mafia ya) Are you ready for us (We mafai mafia mafia ya) Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000 (Scarecrow) 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 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 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 Chorus x4 Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000 (DJ Paul) 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 (Gangsta Boo) 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 Chorus x4 Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000 (Crunchy Blac) 6 bitch So don't you fuck with this click Cause if you fuck with this click You'll get a little of this (gun shots) 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 (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 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 |
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