Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what
All you Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what
East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what
Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs
Ready to mash on you thuggs
Verse 1
Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs
I'll trade you love for dem sluggs
Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs
Dey say dey love you, I know
But all dey want is da dough
N if you mess up
Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow
N all ou playaz -n- thuggs
You got dese girls in dese clubbs
On da floor shakin it up
Lost needin some love
Rappers die in da field
Claimin dey keep it real
Got yo glock wit yo dropp
Baby packin da steel
I rather be in God's will
While dey plottin to kill
You can't adjust to da truth
Ima still be keepin it real
Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin
Got mothers grievin
Squeezin gats
Leavin em flat
For no reason
Not even breathen
Like you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full blades
In some alcohol
Kiss a Parona
This-ra-spectin yo momma
No no fear for yo life
Say you be back on Manyanna
Chorus
Verse 2
I was sent by God -n- gotta message for yo thuggs
You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs
Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what
But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg
You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel
You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field
You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real
Maken dem mills you live -n- you die for da scrill
Forget you rappers dat won't hear me
I bring it real
See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game
But you gone feel me
Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit
Da reason I'm droppin
I know dat you thuggs gone feel it
See da thugg in yo eye
So I gotta reply
You betta listen to me son
You ain't ready to die
To look my Lord up in his eye
-N- ya gotta tell em why
You waste yo life gettin high
So now you gotta fry
Bye Bye
So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah
Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs
While you all between dey thighs
Na why
Claimin dat you ready to ball
You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol
Girls up in this thang
U's a queen up in this thing
Don't loose yo dream up in this thang
For da cream up in this thang
Said you tired of sheddin tears
W/homies dats catchin years
When you ready to make a change
(Say Homie) we right here
Chorus
Verse 3
You cat's gone see da flames
For sellin yo soul in this game
Son you need to read da Word
So you can learn to maintain
It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain
Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane
All you cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin
Split tongue like a serpent
Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin
I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah
I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles
Chorus
Chorus Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what All you Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs Ready to mash on you thuggs Verse 1 Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs I'll trade you love for dem sluggs Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs Dey say dey love you, I know But all dey want is da dough N if you mess up Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow N all ou playaz -n- thuggs You got dese girls in dese clubbs On da floor shakin it up Lost needin some love Rappers die in da field Claimin dey keep it real Got yo glock wit yo dropp Baby packin da steel I rather be in God's will While dey plottin to kill You can't adjust to da truth Ima still be keepin it real Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin Got mothers grievin Squeezin gats Leavin em flat For no reason Not even breathen Like you ready to ball You rather slide down a mountain full blades In some alcohol Kiss a Parona This-ra-spectin yo momma No no fear for yo life Say you be back on Manyanna Chorus Verse 2 I was sent by God -n- gotta message for yo thuggs You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real Maken dem mills you live -n- you die for da scrill Forget you rappers dat won't hear me I bring it real See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game But you gone feel me Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit Da reason I'm droppin I know dat you thuggs gone feel it See da thugg in yo eye So I gotta reply You betta listen to me son You ain't ready to die To look my Lord up in his eye -N- ya gotta tell em why You waste yo life gettin high So now you gotta fry Bye Bye So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs While you all between dey thighs Na why Claimin dat you ready to ball You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol Girls up in this thang U's a queen up in this thing Don't loose yo dream up in this thang For da cream up in this thang Said you tired of sheddin tears W/homies dats catchin years When you ready to make a change (Say Homie) we right here Chorus Verse 3 You cat's gone see da flames For sellin yo soul in this game Son you need to read da Word So you can learn to maintain It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane All you cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin Split tongue like a serpent Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles Chorus Explain Request ×
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