[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