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Lil Durk

Ready For Em

 

Ready For Em

(album: Signed To The Streets 2 - 2014)


They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing
Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang

Is it true you got shooters hanging out the roof?
I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth
Free Dada & Bodo, shooters on the loose
On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops
Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do
Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot
Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots
I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block
D'Thang say we hot but it's easy to flop
I call Rod 'cause he easy with mop
Niggas hating, just give my prop
Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thots
But I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches
I'm so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto
I'mma put grass in these Swishers
And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killing my prime
Bitches, they killing my vibe
IG full of money but they asking for rides
Not me, ask one of my guys
I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive
Remember them days I was starving
Empty stomach, no car, no money
These niggas be tweaking that's why I got shooters on dummy
Let's get it

[Lennox:]
You want bombaclad war? hm? hm?
You wanna ramp wit me?
[gunshots]
Come on me say!
Me shot 61 people for fun!
Who want test me?
Come on, come on!
Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit?
You don't know me, I'm the original Jamaican dandatta!
You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy!

Got Broski on point like Kyrie
Don't fear no man that can die like me
I done dodged doing hits
I dodged my momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep
I can't mob, cause I'm in too deep
It's to the point where my nigga only kin to me
Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony
Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh
Lost J-Money and Tay, shit happen
No Drake, but nigga we made it
Called Dede he ready, he slinging impatient, got killers like Hatians
I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti
Got shooters on shooters who shoot to kill shooters, ain't talking no navy
Sneak dissing on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facing
Pillowtalking to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic
I ain't hearing 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas
Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care 'bout a nigga, let's get it

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