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Archie Eversole - We Ready lyrics
[Chorus] (*background in parenthesis*) We ready(what, what) We ready(what, what) We ready(we ready, we ready) For y'alllll(come on, we ready, come on) We ready(we ready for) We ready(we ready for) We ready(we ready for) For y'all(we ready, we ready) [Verse 1] Ain't no question 'bout, who the best Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest Step in the way, multiple shots are goin through your chest You must have called Pastor Troy cuz boy, you is blessed And 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 And 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 [Chorus](2x) (what, what in background) [Verse 2] 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 And you is crazy if you think you ready for me, so who ready [Chorus](2x) (what, what in background) [Verse 3] You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me Courtney B chop and 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 and them knees See our foes and 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 and 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 And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down [Chorus](2x) |
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