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I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo We ready (What, what) We ready (c'mon, c'mon) We ready (Rasheeda she ready) For y'all (Archie, you ready, we ready) We ready (c'mon, c'mon) We ready (we ready) We ready (Archie, Rasheeda, they're ready) For y'all (We ready, we ready) Ain't no question 'bout who the best Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed And I'ma take him out the game y'all It ain't no thang y'all You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw The game's raw, boy please believe it Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) For y'all (We ready, we ready) Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac) It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back) We crackin' on these niggas switch Hatin' on them snitches (snitches) And in the mean time playa I be stackin' riches, (riches) I switch positions Now its Phat boy and D-LO And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin' through the door I told ya'll once before boy ain't no I in teams (teams) Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean) I got my enemy in sight and my target locked Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let 'em drop (And let 'em drop) I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse) And break these niggas off somthin' pullin' up their skirts (skirts) I leave the game hurt WHAT! We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) For y'all (We ready, we ready) You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees Stay as crunk as can be Who keeps it crunker than we Nobody that's why we comin throwin' bows and them knees See our foes and they freeze They be some suckas at heart We ready for what you bringin' so we bust ya apart You bustas ain't hard, stack 'em up and knockin' em down Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin' me now Choppin' 'em down, see how quick you drop to the ground Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin' it down We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) We ready (We ready for) For y'all (We ready, we ready)
Writer(s): Jasiel Robinson, Miguel Scott, Lee Dixon, Jacoby White, Mike Davis, Alonzo Mathis, Nico Solis, Howard White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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