Get Ready Songtext / Lyric

Chorus



Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what

All U Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what

East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what

Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs

Ready to mash on you thuggs



Verse 1

Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs

I'll trade you love fo dem sluggs

Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs

Dey say dey love you, I know

But all dey want is da dough

N if you mess up

Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow



N all ou playaz -n- thuggs

You got dese girls in dese clubbs

On da floor shakin it up

Lost needin some love






Rappers die in da field

Claimin dey keep it real

Got yo glock wit yo dropp

Baby packin da steel

I rather be in God's will

While dey plottin to kill

You can't adjust to da truth

Ima still be keepin it real



Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin

Got mothers grievin

Squeezin gats

Leavin em flat

Fo no reason

Not even breathen

Like you ready to ball

You rather slide down a mountain full blades

In some alcohol



Kiss a Parona

Dis-ra-spectin yo momma

No no fear fo yo life

Say you be back on Manyanna



Chorus



Verse 2

I was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs

You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs

Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what

But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg

You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel

You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field

You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real

Maken dem mills you live -n- you die fo da scrill



Forget you rappers dat won't hear me

I bring it real

See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game

But you gone feel me

Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit

Da reason I'm droppin

I know dat you thuggs gone feel it



See da thugg in yo eye

So I gotta reply

You betta listen to me son

You ain't ready to die

To look my Lord up in his eye

-N- ya gotta tell em why

You waste yo life gettin high

So now you gotta fry

Bye Bye

So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah

Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs

While you all between dey thighs

Na why

Claimin dat you ready to ball

You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol



Girls up in dis thang

U's a queen up in dis thing

Don't loose yo dream up in dis thang

Fo da cream up in dis thang



Said you tired of sheddin tears

w/homies dats catchin years

When u ready to make a change

(Say Homie) we right here



Chorus



Verse 3

You cat's gone see da flames

Fo sellin yo soul in dis game

Son you need to read da Word

So you can learn to maintain

It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain

Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane



All u cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin

Split tongue like a serpent

Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin



I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah

I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles



Chorus