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
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