Are U Ready 4 Us

[Intro: Dayton Family] Hahaha! (Born and ready) 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, Flint Town '98, rollin' like dees Smoke the trees bitch [Hook: Lord Infamous] 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 [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Mixtures of sin and gin on sight Cut the wings off an angel an 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 [Verse 2: 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 Got 'cha shakin', got 'cha 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 A minute to pray, second to die, you're too late bitch, your time is up [Hook: Lord Infamous] 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) [Verse 3: 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 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 [Hook: Lord Infamous] 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 [Verse 4: 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 Ho, you should have known, you was fuckin' with the Triple 6, we bust I knew you wasn't ready for us [Verse 5: 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 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 [Hook: Lord Infamous] 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 [Verse 6: Crunchy Black] Six bitch, so, don't you fuck with this click 'Cause if you fuck with this click, you'll get a little of this *Gunshots* 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 [Verse 7: Koopsta Knicca] Stick 'em dead, kill 'em dead, rush them trizzicks down to the flo' With North Memphis convicts, bitches call me Koopsta, hoe Fuck me once, never twice, wrapped up on that game of dice How can I lie, when at nine times out of ten You said you was the kind of a guy to rob a man I done really done it, Koop done hung a rope around the nig Try so hard to be a soldier, trick But these boys come out to be dealt with this I'm sick in the head, better call Fred Bloody red, yeah, yeah, you gon' look Too late fuckin' fool 'cause you're drownin' in your poo-poo