Are U Ready 4 Us Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family 

Are y'all 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 mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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 

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 

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, infra red, 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 

You're 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 mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai 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 DOA, bitch, that's dead on arrival 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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 

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 mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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

Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 

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 

Six 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, 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, 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, "Sou 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