We Ready lyrics
Nigga get outta line, and we gon’ fuck ’em up
Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon’ draw blood Nigga tryin’ to shine, and we gon’ show ’em up Tryin’ to rep his side, and we gon’ throw ’em up I'm ready, when you ready If y’all ready, well, nigga we ready I'm ready, if you ready When y’all ready, nigga we ready A, who, I got a tag on my head they wanna kill me A couple tones and I kick dem niggas remember me Dem niggas scared of me, they don't wanna see my crew They talkin’ in code, he sayin’ what they finna do I let dem killas loose, try me I'mma finish you Fuck it, won't you say it den, mothafucka spray me den Where da hell Zone 3, damn there go Big Gee Homegrown red dirt, watch on head buss Why home tried us, I had unside us Find on da blind side, half ’em tied up Task folks tried us, masked up 9 up Masked up, blast up, ass up partner Give a nigga a couple grand, have ya ass a wonderland Walkin’ with dat holy ghost, bushin’ up da motha land Ya already know my name, hood they call me Big Gee Wit panicles on bicycles, on binnacles on Zone 3 Nigga get outta line, and we gon’ fuck ’em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon’ draw blood Nigga tryin’ to shine, and we gon’ show ’em up Tryin’ to rep his side, and we gon’ throw ’em up I'm ready, when you ready If y’all ready, well, nigga we ready I'm ready, if you ready When y’all ready, nigga we ready I got a mean appetite, call me Starvin’ Marvin ‘Cause I trap all night, at da Starvin’ Marvin Chop neva scarred, not by far ho Da chopper spell my name out in yo Monte Carlo Suggest you keep it cool, keep it on da up and up Get yo front on da scope, and yo chest gone open up I leave ya shirt wet, like Slip N' Slide Fuck wit real niggas like Mr. Exit 65 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, ya had a fair one And hommie look what you dun done Now ya talking loud while ya runnin’ to ya car Before ya pop ya trunk, I'mma have to pull ya card At the Amoco, over there on Boulevard Somebody call the cops ‘cause I'm finna catch a charge You tried to play hard, it’s concrete from Jump Street Now you slumped on you front seats somewhere on Front Street Nigga get outta line, and we gon’ fuck ’em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon’ draw blood Nigga tryin’ to shine, and we gon’ show ’em up Tryin’ to rep his side, and we gon’ throw ’em up I'm ready, when you ready If y’all ready, well, nigga we ready I'm ready, if you ready When y’all ready, nigga we ready I'm robbin’ everything, runnin’ through ya trap house First nigga move, turn into da slaughterhouse Dats a lot of beef, you shouldn't run ya mouth I got some killas on da West dat'll make you walk it out Snap ya neck pussy, nigga, make you lean back Big mess in da car couldn't clean dat Tappin’ through da CB, I'm tryin’ to get some feedback Hit da safe house, where da dope and da weed at Monkey niggas in da game, y’all orangutan I'm Gorilla, civil back pentane 45 spifin with some black John Wayne If a wizard went and pissin’, man, they wouldn't find a thang, no I don't give a dam about you rappas feelin's Ain't nobody feedin' me but junior hoes ain't weed If you want it you can get it' man, in case you get to squealin’ Dis is Boyz N Da Hood, back in da Chevy and we dealin’ Nigga get outta line, and we gon’ fuck ’em up Fuck wit one of mine, and we gon’ draw blood Nigga tryin’ to shine, and we gon’ show ’em up Tryin’ to rep his side, and we gon’ throw ’em up I'm ready, when you ready If y’all ready, well, nigga we ready I'm ready, if you ready When y’all ready, nigga we ready
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