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Y'all Ready Know
(专辑: SHADYXV - 2014)
Yo, yo, yo This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I
Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz [Hook Joell Ortiz:] Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse [Verse 1
Joell Ortiz:] 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 pimping, yeah, I
was bred different Here come pops with the
NY bop, you know, the
leg limping 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 flinching when they letting off Never had to retaliate cause I
set it off [Hook] [Verse 2
Royce Da 5'9":] 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 wearing short sets I
learned that money can't buy happiness But I
decided I'd rather do all my crying in the
Corvette Make a
dollar, buy a
suit Have a
child, and have 'em follow suit Waving 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 [Hook] [Verse 3
Joe Budden:] 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 getting 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 speaking 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 [Hook] [Verse 4
Crooked I:] 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 waving 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 thinking like a
faded neurology student Is prudent when chasing a
dollar So never mind, a
clever rhyme I'd rather find a
better grind, forever times Sitting behind me because I'm ahead of mine In this era I'm living outside of the
paradigm I'm coming 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 hoeing with their teeth showing I
set it off [Hook] [Interlude]
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