Lyrics:
When I lift the eight up
Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy
Your flow is brain on drugs
Mines is rap on steroids
I lift every voice when I
up a little for me...yeah!
We're gonna do it one more time, and I want everybody
Y'all ready?
Are you ready? I'm ready? (Hit it!)
If you ain't
we be ready for it, hey
We be ready for it, hey
Miss me with that bro bro rap shit
I be turning up in the streets
I don't ass kiss (Fuck y'all)
Only
to do it again niggas
I hope y'all ready
Check it, check it, c'mon,
Check out the technique
C'mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
Soldier wit
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
outside
Tell my momma I'm coming outside
Tell my momma I'm coming outside
Tell my momma
Y'all niggas keep playing
Y'all don't really live by what y'all
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
don't want to hear my side
But you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout
demons they be steady at my throat
They Dey choke
Restricting my airflow
Put in my best
And I do it well
Outdo the rest of y'all as well
Ain't nobody play
a nigga turn pH to prophet (Turn pH to prophet)
Now my head gotta stay on a swivel (A swivel)
Y'all be fake I ain't talkin' a little (A lot)
Can't be
on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz
the tape recorder,
Mystikal into MC Mad Slaughter,
Standin' and I dropped a couple of rhymes and they dropped the charges,
I ran 'em by deep margins,
How
ready, ain't with all the playin'
Fuck is you sayin?
(THcT NIGGc)
I'm goin' crazy
My chain illuminated
I'm rockin' the latest
I'm in this bitch faded
I
owe ain't nobody 'fraid of you
Fraudulent fuck foes
And I will be ready when they
Come in to kick door
Four in the chest one up in your thick dome
You
I'm fucking this art up
Y'all staring in awe, but these niggas ain't got heart bruh
I'm tearing it off and by it, I mean that bra, uh
And them panties
bye good bye
Watch the glow just watch the rise
Thats your problem girl not mines
Y'all rather see down mmm than shine
Never lazy y'all ain't ready
Sets
Turn my mic up son
Turn my mic up son
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Yo yo E how's the kite
Rippin' the mic hardcore keepin' it tight
Sho nuff roll
nice since the Pistons playing at The Palace
I ain’t come to rap with malice, I’m tryna stack the balance
Now y’all buy designer just to have something
"From the underground" (Scrathed by DJ Premier)
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody want to start
Staring away
If you ready to drown
Then here come the wave
You must bring a towel
If you ain't ready to bathe
When I get diamonds
They'll dance like
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by
about your past, your future, we gon' get it
Bad bitch, she on her knees, she suck me up
Y'all ain't nowhere to run, it's me and you, you know
What's up
bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My
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