me Ask me if we ready for war, I'ma tell you We ready, fresh off the block We ready, coming for the top spot We ready, that's right, we came to win I
Roll, gyal, ya don't stop once you get started, control it girl, roll it girl All the girls now report to the dance floor And shake what ya mama gie ya Ya
Me look good an' me fresh an' me clean Ah you nah ready fi de Bajan Queen Burnin' up seh me body pon fyah Blaze it up tek ya temperature higer Ya dun
be getting you tied up And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave That's why even if it's petty I'll be ready to squeeze But put a cheddar in cheese
Chorus] [Jay-Z] H to the izzo Make ya leave ya jerkey boy like Frank Rizzo My next get bank Jigga voice his music, forget the track Clap, clap, clap, clap Before we
girl) [Chorus] [Jay-Z] H to the izzo Make ya leave ya jerkey boy like Frank Rizzo My next get bank Jigga voice his music, forget the track Clap, clap, clap, clap Before we
We over here hustlin, we over here grindin You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you Rap bout me and a nigga might fine you Banana in ya ass with
's the reemergence Loosin ya neck, shorty get to jerkin' You rockin with the best, and that's for certain It's almost like your ears are now virgin Ready
Introducing Lil'O Yo,You ready homie We 'bout to let the know how we do Y'all ain't ready. Y'all ain't ready Y'all ain't ready [Verse 1 - O'Ryan] Now
t think ya'll ready yet Ya'll want it? I'm gettin {CAKE} It's comin nigga Bout to change the muthafuckin game nigga Young Ya Boy Do you understand Ugh {CAKE} Ya
ya hooked up to mo' wires then a back of a computa BITCH! [Cyssero: talkin'] Ya Boy! (Yeah) it's my turn now mayne This was tha mothafucka virus (Aye Ya Boy
dead Go to playing with my bread And I'm a show you how to play it Pass out four and a half The hood a get ya (Third Ward) Somebody should have told that boy
till the day that I die That's my big homie boy Lil Ke Boy you know I love you it's you and me In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw And
and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, crooked officer Make a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
mind Everyone of us diaomoned down, bet you all them hoes gon shine We living lovely sipping Bubbly, all the cars are foreign Ain't no jackers we barring, cause we ready
