Get Ready Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

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 

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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 

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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 

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