Lyrics:
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
A place where nobody knows
some cash, ooh
Then I tried amphetamines
My head was in a glass
Taped underneath the speedometer wires of my '48 Buick's dash
But I knew that
Everybody round me finna crash out
I don't wanna be them, I'mma hit the dash now
Thought that I knew better, I just crashed out
I don't wanna be him,
what you gon' do, do?
Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Running with the AK 47
to break
"Ayy yeah, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake"
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead (get off)
Injected me with
Ain't nobody holdin' you back explode the track to confetti
Unload it, 'cause niggas ain't ready the life of an outlaw
In the life we live as thugs
away lets take a drive
by need to get away i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready
Ain't a damn thing change i'm happy to get away shawty's
in
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do though
Mastermind uh
Uh nigga got a thousand
by
I'm gonna dream, I ain't gonna die thinking my life was just a lie
I want to be loved
I want to be loved
I found a picture, our so called family
the world to pass me by
I'm gonna dream
I ain't gonna die
Thinking my life was just a lie
I want to be loved
I want to be loved
I found a picture
Our
to let it be
When the dog's away that's when the cat's play
Yup yup you'll be my girl, I'll be the spy
Like the James Bond flick girl I'm ready
I'm always ready for a war again (a war again)
Go down that road again (that road again)
It's all the same (it's all the same)
I'm always ready
the fuck you recordin' for, Nick Jr?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep),
I'm gonna be strong
I ain't gonna look the other way, no more
After all the clouds go by, its just another empty sky
I ain't gonna wait to see
wonder if these white judges like us
Just stay strong, we'll appeal, nigga, you'll be free
Down with ya to the very end
'Cause you ain't never had
All right, yeah!
All right, let's go
Are you tired yearning just to be free
Are you fighting for a reason just to believe
Ain't we a nation
The hardest working beatbox in show business
Ready Rock
(Ready, Ready Rock, Ready Rock C)
Tell em your name, tell em your name
(Ready Rock, Ready Rock, Ready
don't want, I ain't coming back, no, no
Keep the strap on your ass
And I'm on your door
And I blast, do the dash like a natural
Big boy woo coming
around here 'cause it's dangerous (Wizard)
I be hangin' 'round here and I'm famous (Wizard)
Gotta keep the trigger by my finger (my finger)
Hit her
If you see us in the streets lay us down
'Cause you wanna come fuck with us (fuck with us)
Y'all clown ass bitches be snitching round here, we ready
is grief
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me,
I bust and flee
"These niggas must be crazy, what?"
There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers
ain't no reason for the girl to be leavin' me.
Chorus
I don't know how I'll ever get by without you.
Nobody, no ... nobody.
I'm startin' to realize my
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