Текст песни 3-6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us
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Hahaha1998Three 6 MafiaHooked up with the motherfuckin` Dayton FamilyAre ya`ll ready for usBring the painBitch ya`ll ain`t ready for usMiphia styleFlip Time98Rollin` like dees Smoke the trees bitchChorus x2We 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 sightCut the wings off an angelOn both sidesI`m suin`Huntin`All them suckasState your last name firstMeyers, MichaelLord is killin`Three 6 killin`What else will I say Even childrenProbably don`t give a fuck if you are naughty or niceAt night SacrificeGood bye, lights out(Juicy J)Can you feel me Can you hear meDid you pick the sceneA lot of fools done fucked around townShowed up in your dreamsStandin` in a hideawayInferred, them guns sprayGotcha shakin`Gotcha nervousKnowin` not how to get awayLookin` out the window paneCause all your gonna feel is painIn your yard I see a treeI also see your body hangSee the phonePick it upThe wire that is only cutI meant to prayYour still gonna dieToo late bitchYour time is upChorus x4(Dayton Family)What the fuck you wanna doBe a victim of my homicideIf you try to jackI`ll leave you dead head in the g rideAnd creep up out my vehicle And continue my jack moveStill gat under the dirtNow put it up in your handNow ain`t that smooth MotherfuckerSnooze motherfuckerMove motherfuckerLoose motherfuckerPut your face down to the floorAnd don`t you take a look upI heard about what you cook upSee bitch this is a stick upI`m takin` you off your tippy toesTake your cheeseAnd fuck your hoesGivin` you crack sacks, macks back in your CadillacsDrop glock in my drawsExtra clip up under my ballsMy dick`s like a 44Fuckin` up your pussy wallYou ran your lip about your gripAnd I`m takin` in on the stash boxYour pockets are swoll hoeAnd I`m lookin` for a jackpotI wear a mask on my faceSo I won`t catch a caseKeepin` it low keyDon`t nobody know meI`m just like a snakeWhen I creep through your window So motherfuck the copsCold hard on me kin thoughSo motherfuck the 5-0It`s all about survivalI leave them like d-o-aBitch that`s dead on arrivalChorus x4Cause it`s the 1990 Triple 6 2000(DJ Paul)Give`em two To the headThree to the neckAnd the other fuckin` tipToo his motherfuckin` chestGotta buck him downGotta buck him down townTalkin` bout` these clownsTalkin` shit up in my fuckin` townSince he ain`t dead yetCheck his headCheck his chestPlaya should have guessedHe was strapped with a fuckin` vestHoe you should have knownYou was fuckin` with the Triple 6We bustI knew you wasn`t ready for us(Gangsta Boo)Am I too muchTo avoid, can`t you fuck with usIn the Lexus truck with Juicy JGetting fucked upTearin` the club upWhat be bumpin` on the radioMafia is what I`m screamin`Till the day I die hoeMore game for the lameEducate them bitches manStay in focusHocus pocusTryin` my best to maintainHigh as the skyIs why it`s my business bitchOpen up your own fuckin` accountAnd get up out my shitChorus x4Cause it`s the 1990 Triple 6 2000(Crunchy Blac)6 bitchSo don`t you fuck with this clickCause if you fuck with this click You`ll get a little of this (gun shots)You must don`t know who you fuckin` with bitchCause we leavin` bodies in body bagsDrop em` off in a ditchKnow I mean kidknow I mean kid, huhSee we come fromA natural bombA natural gunA natural gimme someDon`t make me make your body numb trickAnd have you hollerin` out mafia mafia mafia mafia(Koopsta Knicca)Stick em` deadKill em` deadRush them tricks on down to the flo`With north Memphis convictsBithces call me Koopsta hoeFuck me once never twiceWrapped up on that game of diceHow can I lieWhen at nine hundred timesYou said you was a man of the houseI don`t really done itKoop you hung around that nigga manTry so hard to be a soldier bitchBut come out to be dealt with trickI`m sick in the headBetter call FredDirty redYeah, yeah you gon` lookToo late fuckin` foolCause you drownin` in your poo poo