Testo Are U Ready 4 Us - Three 6 Mafia
Testo della canzone Are U Ready 4 Us (Three 6 Mafia), tratta dall'album Chapter 2: World Domination
I bet you won't
1998, Three 6 Mafia
Hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us?
Bring the pain
Bitches, y'all ain't ready for us
Memphis style
Flint town
Go crazy, motherfucker
'98, Rollin' like these
Smoke a tree, bitch
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
Mixtures of sin and gin on side
Got the wings of an angel on both sides
I'm suing, humming all them sights
State your name last first, Myers, Michael
Lord is killing, Three, six killing
What else will I say? Even children
Rodney, don't give a fuck if you are not me
Or nice at night, sacrifice, goodbye life
Can you feel me? Can you hear me? Did you feel the sin?
I'm the fool that stalks around town, show up in your dreams
Standing in a hideaway, infrared, the guns blaze
Got you shaking, got you nervous, nowhere to hide or get away
Looking out the window pane 'cause all you 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 down, it's only 'cause
I meant to pray, you're sick and to die (too late, bitch, don't try me)
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
What the fuck you wanna do? Be a victim of my homicide?
If you try to jack, I'll leave your dead head in the G ride
And creep up out my vehicle, continue my jack moves
The gat that I done done dirty will be put
It in your hand, now ain't that smooth?
Motherfucker, snooze, motherfucker
Move, motherfucker, lose, 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 taking you off your tippy toes
Take your cheese and fuck your hoes
Give me your crack sacks, mac pack and your Cadillac
Glock, Glock in my drawers, extra clip up under my balls
My dick's like a 44, fucking up your pussy wall
You raise your liver, watch her grip and I think I know your stash spot
Your pockets on swole, ho, and I'm looking for a jackpot
I wear a mask on my face so I won't catch a case
Keeping it low-key, don't nobody know me
I'm just like a snake when I creep through your window
So motherfuck the cops, call Harlem and Kenzo
So motherfucking 5-0, it's all about survival
I leave 'em like DOA, bitch, that's dead on arrival
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
Give him two to the head, three to the neck
Save the other fucking ten for his motherfucking chest
Got him fucking down, got him fucking downtown
Talking about these clowns talking shit up in my fucking town
See, he ain't dead yet, check his head, check his chest
Player should've guessed you was scrapped with a fucking vest
Ho, you should've knew that you was fucking with the true MC
Puss, I knew you wasn't ready for us
Am I too much to afford? Can you fuck with us?
In the Lexus truck with Juicy J, get you fucked up
Turn the club up 'fore we bump it on the radio
Mafia is what I'm screaming 'til the day I die, ho
Most gang, father lame, educate you bitches, mane
Staying focused, hocus pocus, try my best to maintain
High as the sky (as high) it's my business, bitch
Open up your own fucking account and get up out my shit
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, is it too much? Are you ready for us?
We mafia, Six, bitch, so don't you fuck with this clique
'Cause if you fuck with this clique, you'll get lit
You must not know who you fucking with, bitch
So if your body then body bags, lock 'em off in that ditch
Know what I mean, kid? Know what I mean, kid, huh?
See where we come from, a natural bum, a natural gun
A natural, give me some, don't make me make your body numb
Dreams'll have you hollering out mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia
Six, meet the mean, kill the mean, rest in peace, he down to the floor
Igno' Memphis convict, bitches call me crucifix a ho
Bumping war, never drag, strapped up on that game of tag
How could I lie when the life inside you
The kind that'll got you living blind?
I done been there, done it, moved the hunger 'round them cribs, my nig
Tryna go holla at me, so lucky, bitch
Budging to come up to here for this
I'm sticking the head, better call the
Feds, bloody red, yeah, you gon' lose
True life fucking fool, got you drowning in the pool
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Lola Mitchell, Robert Cooper, Ricky Dunigan, R. Petterson, Paul Duane Beauregard
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