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Let's Get It

Diddy

Child of the Ghetto

2001

smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish

Let's Get It

Diddy

The Saga Continues

2001

smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggaz from the, what you gon' do
When you ready? Shit I was born ready
And I was already on fish

to the border
Pick up the dope off the porch
Familia send it up north
Digital dash in my Taurus
Digital dash in my Taurus
Sending that cash to the border
Familia

tools we be ready to drill 

Let a nigga talk shit then he get ran down 
Bitch this glock twenty-three bringing all of them rounds 
Ion cop it by the zip

a Christian
These niggas ain't none of my kind, I don't need friends, I don't need bitches
I ain't gettin' paid, waste my time don't be surprised if I go

(huh)
Ridin' four deep, I'm like, "Baby, push the button" (huh)
Hundred on the dash, I ain't even had to touch it (huh)
Talkin' 'bout war (huh), told

Y'all Ain't Ready

2 Chainz

Ransom 2

2017

bottoms
Got a .38 in my damn Nike box
Put the F&N by my damn wifey's socks
Ain't no competition, I'll be damned I'mma stop (y'all ain't ready)
Do I talk

Ah, ugh, ugh, go
Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy
I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (nope), I'm just bein'

of the fence, he can’t be trusted
And ain’t a damn thing about that ya boy that ain't powerful
Cause even in silence could hold power
Prepare this ya final hour

the word and then we dash
Brother brought the loud pack if I ask he gunna pass
I ain't talking finger food when I say I tapas
We got big plans
Henny by

up
Gonna pop a tag for a rack
Shit was dummy luck
Made it on my own on the road
Ain't no slowing up
Too Fast
Put 100 on the dash
Its a wrap when we run

the top off, I'll be trippin

I ain't tryna work no nine-to-five, I'm on that grind
When you see me, you gon' see a lion
Look me in my eyes, talkin' bout

Roll down the window my man froze
Compose strike me a pose 
You best do dash ten toes ten toes
You don’t want to get lit by the end of this (rahh)

a bum

She betta pop for a trick





Broke bitch walk by

Yea I be spazzin

Do a 100 on the dash

And I still keep it classy

Niggas wanna know

About me

shoot
Hit the dash to the booth
Hit the propane out the roof

Lookin' clean she be gasses up on it
Yeah that's right she be backed up on me
Throwin that

to state, 95, 16
Whatcha mean, 95 on dash at sixteen
Whatcha say, they M.I.A. still in them Georgia cleats
Drop sixteens on 95, hangin' out that window seat

Headz Ain't Redee

Black Moon

Diggin' In Dah Vaults

1996

we
Smoke so much brothas be askin'
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin

Headz ain't ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we

for progression, not even to be mean
Asking what she mean to me
I ain't even ready to tell you, keep it a bean
They be lying, selling dreams, but we

tags drip on me
I do the dash fuck up the street
These hoes fast I don't want the freak
I need a bag ain't shit free
Nigga I'm a beast you gotta pay

I need to prove myself to be 
It's been a minute ain't been clean
Inside I'm dripping Hennessy
I'm flipping switches trynna see
Not realizing I ain't

I'm trying to make sure my ends meet up
But I can't do it with my two feet up
Tell me 'bout it yo
And I ain't ready for no kids and a wife
Man I

true, it's true

And we can be worldwide like pay-per-view
I gotta be honest
Yeah, I miss you, but I ain't ready for that
I just wanna bag of cash

So I

Ready 4 Whatever

2Pac

R U Still Down? (Remember Me) [Clean]

1997

(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Them

the street can't be fair with 'em
Balenciaga on me
Bitch you said meet me right here well I'm ready
Touch me again ima be your new daddy
I know someone get you