Lyrics:
[Treach (Method Man)]
And why'all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn
at it
I'm gettin' them snakes up out my grass and n- that's a good habit
I'm ready for war, let's get at 'em
And teamin' up ain't gon' help 'em
'Cause
(Rule number one, niggas die, daily, haha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga?
Them Thug Life
you
Ready (ready)
I just wanna show you now
Slow it down
Go around
You rock hard
I rock steady
And rock right up to the side of my mountain
ain't beer honey that's Coors
Well the barman's right
Beer the bar girls too much beer I must be seein' things
I saw you sittin' on a barstool lady
Plush
Yeah, come on
You're missing me, I'm missing you
Whenever we meet, we ain't gonna get no sleep
When I get to be together with you
It's
and it's driving me insane
He ain't ready
He ain't ready
He ain't ready
He ain't ready
Stop, it's gone, all the things you wanna say
We know it has to be
the right one is becoming a science
I'd like to scream but I ain't gonna be heard
And if you need water
I'll be a river
Like a wave I will come over you
out outta gas and maybe get stuck
We could get lost baby I don't care
I ain't worried as long as you're there
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
Come now
As you are
Or as you want to be
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Come now
Tired, broken, scared
Or just in need
Ready or not
It's
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
to the fullest
Gats I pull it, bastards duckin' when B.I.G. be buckin'
Chickenheads be cluckin' in my bathroom fuckin'
It ain't nothin', they know B.I.G. be
Continental GT is outside
Showin' them how monumental he be?
One wheel one the curb
Ticket on the dash
It's like every fuckin' summer I
Just switch it
the dash straight to me
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, That nigga Miir Made the beat here we go again (the biggest)
Ayy, this lil' bitch said she feelin' kinda groovy
She
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
[Bizzy]
Really be off and inna
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my chicos,
OK man are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go
Now come on now, crank this motherfucker up
Aha
Young Money
YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
the room I absorb the mood
Positive vibe supplied by a positive crew
And negativity exist and you must acknowledge
You can be intelligent and never go
mademoiselle
150 on the dash
150 on the dash
150 on the dash
Wait
150 on the dash
Bon soir mademoiselle
Rose petals fall, heaven sent all
I wasn't ready not
her ass
Talkin' that shit, spin 'em like Taz (spin)
All of these stones could never be glass
I Bandicoot, crash it, dash (skrrt)
A new pink Patek,
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
would we be if they take our mics from we.
Or better yet strip on might itself
We done it before so I sit by the door
Those that claim but don't really
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