Kasayaw
I feel the master, I feel him
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
Ain't no question 'bout it, who the best?
Macy gon' lay the track an' Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
An' 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 gonna be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
An' Archie ain't gonna stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars, then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, until the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy, addin' the fire to the fame
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
A.T.L., we 'bout that head bustin', we leave you dead, cousin
Whassup? Huh, bitch, nigga, you said somethin'?
If you ready why you stumblin' to the floor, huh?
If you ready why you stutterin, "I ain't drunk"?
I'ma show 'em why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters 'cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me, then, "Hell, naw" before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pocket's never underage
So let's get paid 'cause I stay ready for it, please
An' you is crazy if you think you ready for me, so who ready?
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
You ain't ready for us 'cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B, chop an' 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 an' them knees
See our foes an' 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 an' 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
An' if you didn't see it comin', Phat Boy lockin' it down
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
Ain't no question 'bout it, who the best?
Macy gon' lay the track an' Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
An' 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 gonna be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
An' Archie ain't gonna stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars, then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, until the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy, addin' the fire to the fame
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
A.T.L., we 'bout that head bustin', we leave you dead, cousin
Whassup? Huh, bitch, nigga, you said somethin'?
If you ready why you stumblin' to the floor, huh?
If you ready why you stutterin, "I ain't drunk"?
I'ma show 'em why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters 'cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me, then, "Hell, naw" before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pocket's never underage
So let's get paid 'cause I stay ready for it, please
An' you is crazy if you think you ready for me, so who ready?
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
You ain't ready for us 'cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B, chop an' 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 an' them knees
See our foes an' 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 an' 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
An' if you didn't see it comin', Phat Boy lockin' it down
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
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Writer(s): Archimedes Dairocas
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