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(feat. Archie) |
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[Behind Hook] |
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I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo |
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Ya'll ready, they ready |
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C'mon, C'mon |
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Rasheeda she ready, we ready |
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Archie, you ready, we ready |
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C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon |
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You ready |
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Archie, Rasheeda, we ready |
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[Chorus:] |
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We ready (What, what) |
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We ready (What, what) |
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We ready (We ready, we ready) |
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For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on) |
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We ready (We ready for) |
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We ready (We ready for) |
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We ready (We ready for) |
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For y'all (We ready, we ready) |
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[Archie:] |
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Ain't no question bout who the best |
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Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest |
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Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest |
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You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed |
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And I'ma take him out the game y'all |
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It ain't no thang y'all |
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You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw |
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The game's raw, boy please believe it |
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Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus |
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Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits |
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And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit |
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I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it |
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Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game |
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Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Rasheeda:] |
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Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac) |
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It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back) |
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We crackin on these niggas switch, |
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Hatin on them snitches (snitches) |
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And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches) |
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I switch positions |
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Now its Phat boy and D-LO |
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And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door |
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I told ya'll once before boy aint no I in teams (teams) |
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Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean) |
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I got my enemy in sight and my target locked |
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Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop) |
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I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse) |
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And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts) |
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I leave the game hurt WHAT! |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Archie:] |
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You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me |
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Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees |
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Stay as crunk as can be |
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Who keeps it crunker than we |
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Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees |
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See our foes and they freeze |
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They be some suckas at heart |
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We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart |
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You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down |
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Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now |
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Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground |
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Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around |
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I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now |
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And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down |
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[Hook x2] |
