Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Hell Rell- Get Ready [AS REQUESTED]

Typed it up quick for the request on HHB

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Yea
ughh
yea
ughh
Ahh man this niggas aint ready for this shit b
RUGA!

Top gunas, top top gunnas (yea)
Top gunas, top top gunnas DIPSET!
They just turned up my mic can you hear me now
I just got my jewlery cleaned can ya see me now.
(can all ya fuck niggas see me)
Ya'll niggas better get ready
For an early grave that is
yeaaa, yeaaa, yeaaa
ugh

Im livin by the mafia rules like Gotti would
I go broke, do a sex tape with Megan Good and sell it to hollywood
Comeptition they all die, nigga you the four guy
Baby I'm the big potato, hes a small fry
Got money I aint gotta front on you
I'll let you keep ya chain, rememba I got one on you
Thats your crew, they aint tough they gun run on you
I need a ginny pig, let me test my gun on you
So I can show you where to cop the white and get the tan
You gettin money dont forget your man
You for the bezel dont forget the band
If rap was wrestlin then I'm Vince McMahon
My lil homie just got initiated
And he gotta eat somethin just to show me he ready
And motherfucka you lookin like spaghetti
I'm perfect timin with the diamonds
So you know you gotta VVS me
I'm out of this world girl, you can't GPS me

Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready

Look in my closet, I'm gun crazy
You need that piff, I got quarters for a buck and halves is 180
The ounce 360 and the pound 55
I aint worried about rap money, niggas gunna give me mines
Reminicing way back to the old times
The block was a gold mine
Now its all flooded with pro 9
I walk in the priecing, briefcase full of bucks
Tell the Loutennant make sure the chief get his cut
Fuck, it was either hip hop or a lifeless bid
I was runnin through 50s house when it was Tysons crib
Mike and Robert Gibbins sniffin in the kitchen
Bently, new addition
Thats the johnny guilt car
Killa Cam got me poppin, got em rocky watchin
Made one hundred grand off oxy cottons
Quarter mil of the diesel and the purp
Man I dont wanna talk fam
I just wanna see you in the dirt
Get ready!

Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm comin for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Meyers, Freddy
Fuck them, I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded and, I'm rollin in
I'm focused but, you know this
Get ready nigga nigga get ready
Get ready nigga nigga get ready

You need me in your life yea you need me in your life
What would the gangstas do if I stopped breathin on the mic
How would the hustlas feel if i stopped speakin bout the white
Probably stop sellin hard and get regular jobs
Make history, make a lot of money nigga wont I
Make this gangsta shit look real good dont I
The only reason you got no respect for the city cops
The reason you put a lil pep in your diddy bop
Ask your C-E-O, and the label that hired you
You came in the game, after Ruga I expired you
And if you sayin that aint truth you a liar you
I hope you talk flyer
You aint know about that 9-11 drop
Cuz of me you a Porche driver
I hope you love rap, so where the love at
Everyday these niggas criticize me but tell me
What would the game be without me
Get ready!!

Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Lil niggas a genius
Get ready get ready
Get ready get ready
Whos unstoppable

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