Текст песни Three 6 Mafia - Are U Ready 4 Us
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Hahaha1998Three 6 mafiaHooked up with the motherfuckin dayton familyAre yall ready for usBring the painBitch yall aint ready for usMiphia styleFlip time98Rollin like deesSmoke 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 its the 1990 triple 6 2000(scarecrow)Mixtures of sin and gin on sightCut the wings off an angelOn both sidesIm suinHuntinAll them suckasState your last name firstMeyers, michaelLord is killinThree 6 killinWhat else will I sayEven childrenProbably dont give a fuck if you are naughty or niceAt nightSacrificeGood bye, lights out(juicy j)Can you feel meCan you hear meDid you pick the sceneA lot of fools done fucked around townShowed up in your dreamsStandin in a hideawayInferred, them guns sprayGotcha shakinGotcha 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 jackIll leave you dead head in the g rideAnd creep up out my vehicleAnd continue my jack moveStill gat under the dirtNow put it up in your handNow aint that smoothMotherfuckerSnooze motherfuckerMove motherfuckerLoose motherfuckerPut your face down to the floorAnd dont you take a look upI heard about what you cook upSee bitch this is a stick upIm 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 dicks like a 44Fuckin up your pussy wallYou ran your lip about your gripAnd Im takin in on the stash boxYour pockets are swoll hoeAnd Im lookin for a jackpotI wear a mask on my faceSo I wont catch a caseKeepin it low keyDont nobody know meIm just like a snakeWhen I creep through your windowSo motherfuck the copsCold hard on me kin thoughSo motherfuck the 5-0Its all about survivalI leave them like d-o-aBitch thats dead on arrivalChorus x4Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000(dj paul)Giveem twoTo 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 aint 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 wasnt ready for us(gangsta boo)Am I too muchTo avoid, cant you fuck with usIn the lexus truck with juicy jGetting fucked upTearin the club upWhat be bumpin on the radioMafia is what Im screaminTill the day I die hoeMore game for the lameEducate them bitches manStay in focusHocus pocusTryin my best to maintainHigh as the skyIs why its my business bitchOpen up your own fuckin accountAnd get up out my shitChorus x4Cause its the 1990 triple 6 2000(crunchy blac)6 bitchSo dont you fuck with this clickCause if you fuck with this clickYoull get a little of this (gun shots)You must dont 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 someDont 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 floWith 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 dont really done itKoop you hung around that nigga manTry so hard to be a soldier bitchBut come out to be dealt with trickIm sick in the headBetter call fredDirty redYeah, yeah you gon lookToo late fuckin foolCause you drownin in your poo poo