Ya'll Ready Know Lyrics - Singles - Slaughterhouse

Yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember 

This your man Royce Da 5'9" 

This your dude Crooked I 

Man, Jump off Joe Beezy 

It's Joell Ortiz 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse 

Little niggas get your weight up fuck y'all, pay up 

My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up 

Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up 

I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup 

I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go 

But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O 

You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different 

Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin' 

My ice mug frozen till it's stiff 

Grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch 

I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women 

Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em 

I might just throw 'em a gold fronts 

Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt 

I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off 

Never had to retaliate cause I set it off 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse 

Ya'll know my name, bitch, never change up my language 

I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt 

First we take oath 

Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos 

I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets 

I learned that money can't buy happiness 

But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette 

Make a dollar, buy a suit 

Have a child, and have 'em follow suit 

Wavin' that weatherchange things 

Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose 

Taking everything from you know 

Let him finish his fall in his draws 

And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot 

I'm about that Art Of War gospel 

That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe 

Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow 

Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse 

Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth 

Truth is I give a fuck, but it's right to myself 

Fuck fame, keep the shit I write to myself 

If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps 

Made angel dust my freshman year 

Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew 

Had the wrong meaning of high school 

Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar 

Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers 

Now I'm gettin' bills for 

The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for 

They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw 

Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour 

Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off 

Never know who or what you might get 

Main reason they never want me to set it off 

You now dealing with four niggas that's never off 

All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse 

Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss 

Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross 

Slaughterhouse set it off 

Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross 

Old school Chevy, the head is off 

Decapitated Impala 

Heavy lack from the weight of the llama 

Still bear arms like a shaven koala 

How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student 

Is prudent when chasin' a dollar 

So never mind, a clever rhyme 

I'd rather find a better grind, forever times 

Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine 

In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm 

I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes 

Sharon and Caroline 

Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind 

I probably shouldn't even keep going 

'Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing 

I set it off 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse' 

Yo, yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo yo, just remember 

This your man Royce Da 5'9" 

This your dude Crooked I 

Man, Jump off Joe Beezy 

It's Joell Ortiz 

Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse