Get Ready Lyrics by L.G. Wise

Get Ready Lyrics


    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


    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


    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