Lyrics:
(Bed-Stuy)
Ready to flip shit, comin' through with the crew (Brooklyn)
No, no doubt, baby, All City Crew (what, what?)
Check it
For you to fuck with this
( HOOK )
Holy Spirit I'm willing and ready (yeaa)
Im willing and ready & ready and willing
Im willing and ready & ready and willing LORD you
on you
Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or ya die
Real in tha field, dog, ya live or ya die
Even though I'm a lil' bitty nigga
Look, I got big nuts
liver blended
I squeeze the chip and release the trigger it made me pivot
Murder game intricate I make it look exquisite
Hard to live right when you ain't
The juvenile’s going crazy the block’s hot bubbling
Cops been trapping youth by the dozen
Duck hunting on the news they all my cousins…
I used to be, loving hip
guides
When my world was full of seven-legged cats
But here I am with eight more lives
I'm ready for the good times
I'm ready for the good times
and a nigga still by my side good lookin
I took a loss and shordy still by my side good lookin
You ready to ride, good lookin
You ready to slide, good lookin
'bout
Let me take you back in time
Rewind to eighty-nine
Little nappy haired juveniles, livin' wild
No smiles on our faces
Thirteen catchin' cases
Indeed,
a cement flight of steps
And land inside a bed of spider webs
So throw caution to the wind you and a friend
Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find
like a snap shot is taken
If you live you could learn if you just be patient
'Cause life is like a slide show
And all the places I go
And all the things
and listen to Juvenile
I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild
You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin man
South boys ain't fuckin playin -
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
It's the dippy dippy don, now you heard that
Let's take it back, where the original Tim the bird at?
I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack
think you're ready for
You ready for?
You ready for? (Oh oH Oh)
Cause if we're all energy and energy never dies
We carry as we finish our lives
If we're
when it comes to you yeah I’ll risk it all
This time, oh this time
I don’t wanna run I’m ready to be loved
Im ready to be loved by you
You’re the only
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
'em
And the lil' bitch say she ready to eat, bitch, you gon' wait
Be with real killers everyday, we look each other in the face
And steppin' on shit,
to go, ready to go
I don't want to wake you up
'Cause I can't live with you, I can't live without you
You feel like home, you feel like home
'Cause I
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
some paper, I gotta do it quick
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messin' with
Yeah, my mama's only son
But I live every day like
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
karma one day would catch me
But baby if you ready I'm ready
Ready to live
Ready to love
Ready to give
Ready for us
Ready to run
Ready to fall
If
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