Are U Ready 4 Us Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Are U Ready 4 Us

Hahaha
1998
Three 6 mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin dayton family
Are yall ready for us
Bring the pain
Bitch yall 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