THREE 6 MAFIA, ARE U READY 4 US Letras de Canciones

Three 6 Mafia Are U Ready 4 Us Letras:

Three 6 Mafia Are U Ready 4 Us letras son material con derechos de autor,
necesita habilitar Javascript a continuación, volver a cargar esta página para ver la licencia en letras mp3lyrics.org

1998, Three 6 mafia, hooked up with the motherfuckin' Dayton family
Are y'all ready for us? Bring the pain, bitch, ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style, flip time, '98, rollin' like dees, smoke the trees bitch

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We 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

Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel
On both sides, I'm suin', huntin', all them suckas, 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

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, infra red, them guns spray
Gotcha shakin', gotcha 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, I meant to pray
You're still gonna die, too late, bitch, your time is up

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

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 hoe
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 DOA, bitch, that's dead on arrival

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We 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

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
Hoe you should have known, you was fuckin' with the triple 6
We bust, I knew you wasn't ready for us 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, hoe, 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

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya

We mafia, is it too much, we mafia mafia mafia, ya
Are you ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya
We 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

Six bitch, so don't you fuck with this click, 'cause if you fuck
With this click, you'll get a little of this gun shots
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, 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

Stick em' dead, kill em' dead, rush them tricks on down to the flo'
With north memphis convicts, bithces call me koopsta hoe
Fuck me once never twice, wrapped up on that game of dice
How can I lie? When at nine hundred times

You said, "Sou was a man of the house", I don't really done it
Koop you hung around that nigga man, try so hard to be a soldier
Bitch, but come out to be dealt with trick, I'm sick in the head
Better call Fred, dirty red, yeah, yeah you gon' look
Too late fuckin' fool, 'cause you drownin' in your poo poo