Young Buck - I'm Ready [Prod. By Boss Devito] | Текст песни

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• I'm Ready [Prod. By Boss Devito]

[Intro]

You niggas had a lot to say, right?
I'mma let the past be the past, yeah!

[Chorus]

Let's get it, fuck all that getting by shit
Getting high shit
Hey young nigger you should try this
Yeah my money dirty, but is mine and I can buy bitch
I rather live loyal, and die rich

Uuu I'm so motherfucking ready now
I drop the top and telling bitches I aaaaam gone
(Let,s do it)
Uuu I am so motherfucking ready now
I count my money right that bitch that I aaaam on
And if you are ready let’s get it
Fuck all that getting by shit
Getting high shit
Hey young nigger you should try this
Yeah my money dirty, but is mine and I can buy bitch
I rather live loyal, and die rich

[Verse 1]

What that paper, money train I came to break you
It take me, in this make jeans
Hey younger let me show you teach you what respect means
The differences my money dirty and their checks clean
It's so green but it ain’t no good
So Im very seldom seen if it ain't in our hood
Remember back when uncle Jack used to pay us the way it's pounds
And we will fight to catch that sells, when we left to make it's rounds
Kinda diffrent how we make it now
We take all night and break it down, cooked it up and wright in on (ha-ha)
We say shit like don’t make a sound
Cover up face with bandanas and lay you down
Uuu it's so motherfucking crazy now
_________________________baby now
I used to let this niggers owe me now
I say pay me now
They left when im broke, Im doing good and they hate me now
They show me about some money

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I got a fly bitch, all she do is buy shit
Miss Independent, she quit to say thats my shit
The world is mine and you just seen that thats your time tik
Taking me fron granted and you know you just a sidekick
I get money!
Mall that nephew like them run off with these niggers pay
These niggas calling me expecting me to give it back
Just cause your family that bullshit and get you wack
Your uncle looking at you like what tipe of shit is that
I know niggas hit the mall, when they getting stack
going spin that all, and ask me if i can form a set (You're crazy)
Them days gone you can move on,
You'll be complete like a grave with no tune stone
Im in the streets, with some who was gettin' their groove on
If it's more than two of us, than we too strong
Im with somebody hundred bloods when my gloves on
And i can't find my heart nowhere, my love gone
If it's 'bout money

[Chorus]

[Outro]

Yeah...
What I'm saying is a...
Grown a little bit
We only get older, nigga we ain't get no younger outta here
Lil more focused...
I gettin' to the money in real way
My life been on the line, you saing nothin' new nigga
Ride with a real nigga one time
The streets need me....

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