Three 6 Mafia, Dayton Family - Are U Ready 4 Us lyrics

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

We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
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 sui, homi, all them cidals
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
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
You're too late bitch your time is up

We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)

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 ho
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

We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
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
Ho 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 ho 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?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
We mafia, is it too much?
Are you ready for us?
(Mafia, mafia, mafia-ia)
Cause it's the 1990 Triple 6 2000

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

Stick em' dead kill em' dead
Rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north Memphis convicts
Bithces call me Koopsta ho
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