Lyrics:
Young niggaz gettin' murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin' on a niggaz death
Young niggaz gettin' murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin' on a niggaz death
receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure
dream
Caution this hot dont get burned by the steam
Do it like joe and make sure you lean
Nice individual but love to be mean
Insane the brain was
BOOM BOOM, OUT GO THE LIGHTS
as performed by Pat Travers
No kiddin'
I'm ready to fight
I've been lookin' for my baby all night
If I get her in my
Indivisible
Not so visible
Pushed to inquire
Inspired by the fire
Get in line for your latest issue
Bite your tongue, Anyone
They ain't gonna miss
Aye drop that beat cartier
You and me we on different times
You don't like me get in line
You ain't balling you just getting by
Can't let you stop me
thought my heart was ready
I thought id made it through worst
But the worst was yet to come
Sixteen, far too young for a cemetery
I just wish I could have
used to ghetto was in White Haven
I'm speed racing gotta get the bag
I cannot fall fallout by none of these bitches
Stick to my pivot aint catchin me
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
of his life in a jail cell
'Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don't never get justice
And the women don't never get
that)
I didn't re-up to go get yours, I take 'em, then I sell 'em
I'm a beast, I cannot be tamed, these fuck niggas ain't ready
And that's on brodie
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
get that mad look off your face 'fore I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another beating
You should have never came back
Look here man after I
the same
A freak said "Hi" and we all yelled "Train!"
So we continue on our mission to get some poonani!
The girl we just met is not worth the money!
the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?)
In my city we get lit, that's where the movies at (that's where the movies)
And you
Gunny, Hey yo Jay wharrup fan, ya?
D block, hey you ready, if you ready go in or what?
Yeah, I clip up the nigger, Johnny,
Can I get any higher,
Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I
whetted and a rope is knotted
He'll get such a banging, then there'll be a hanging
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
For the knife is ready
sufferin' from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony
name naming
I've living by the code
My finger on the stainless ready
To rock the roll
In case these niggas try to take me under
It's like a jungle
on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world get ready for a real player
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
Make that money keep
on the road, became a millionaire
Tell the world get ready for a real player
And so it happened, I grabbed the mic and start rappin
Make that money keep
And I'll smoke ya junior mafia
In front of you
With the ready power tuckin my
Guess under my Eddie Bauer ya clout
Pretty sour I get packages every hour
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