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my boys downstairs to get done They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk But it's about to be two girl tell me if you're ready (yuh yuh)
feddy bleed the block and get ghost Different strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat We ain't riding, on no horses down here We get it
down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm ready
your papa and your uncle Eddy, nigga this war for real I suggest you go get your people ready, cause I'ma slide by and fuck a driveby I'ma throw my shit
t wanna step to us, you getting hugged nigga On the microphone with flow, you get drugged nigga You better get somewhere, you can't block the shine I'm ready for any nigga, that wanna get
is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready
'ma be dumping till it's over A soldier, with a 50 caliber pistol in my holster Ready to brandish my weapon, on the bitch made Hoe ass niggas like Crooked Profit, get
Oooh you know, it's going down tonight So get ready, you gots to be ready [E.S.G.] I'm talking two bedrooms, gated residential-aire E.S.G. and Boss Hogg
this beam, plus a murdering team Thinking of even to coming and get you it's the E and D So what's another murder nigga you brought this on yourself I'ma
please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready to
first dance January down to the last dance December better remember, put a big shell casing up in you Make you weak like SWV, when I shine and grind like E.S.G But I gotta get
straight drink Down here we swinging the tank, and every thought be bout bank I'ma be T from the S.U.C., pay dues got stripes that be ranks That boy G-R-A-C-E
feet to the dip, dropping tops Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk Get a boost can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get
