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Ready Set Go
Killer Mike feat. Big Boi & T.I.
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Hey!
Okay, okay
The world ain't ready!
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Get him!
Get ready, let's go homeboys
Nโ-a ball in your court, my nโ-a take that shot man, let's get it man
You gon' respect this hustle!
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Get low, get low
Or get right, right
Holla killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low get low
Or get right right
Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit
Ya style been ran thru like a freak bitch
Da pussy club got ya angered wit ya frequent
Ed Hardy ass nigga in ya sequins
Might as well shop at Victoria's Secret
Have 'em gift wrap you some "I Love Pink" shit
Rent due and y'all niggas deliquent
Ya better find anotha nigga to link wit
Cause the nigga you link wit a lie fool
I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school
Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
The pretty girls they say, "Michael a damn fool"
I get my work on, and get my flirt on
I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on
I said fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Get low, get low
Or get right, right
Holla killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low get low
Or get right right
Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Nโ-a how it's gonna get bigger
Wit that nโ-a the B-I-G and the microphone killa
Jack the ripper, all thriller, no filler
Less i'm feeling your bra up
With a snicker, i drill her while you finger prick her
That means she barely feel a thing when you hit her
Boy, I drop these fangs like a saber tooth tigger
Or tiger, the prehistoric rap-writer
And imma keep my foot on the neck
On all of these non-rhyming sack fighters
The golden arm, Johnny Unitas, rap titan
Boy, your life is like sterling silver: it needs a little shining
Steady styling on you suckers like a hairdo
Beauty parlor rapping ass nโ-as, we say "how dare you?"
I can't stand you, you making the game soft like a bed do
I'm blowing this bitch down like i'm Hurricane Andrew
It's Dungeon Family, and my man's too
Grind time, grand hustle, fucker we will drag you
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low, get low or get right right
Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
I'm the product, of the age of narcotta
Which means i'm dope like the pills you swallow
Down by law I lead don't follow
Grind time, grand hustle, live for gualla
I remain in the game to break lames off
Some of them sensitive and some too soft
The hood been forced to fuck wit y'all by default
But now the truth here, the bullshit cuts off
This is real homie, no fake, no filler
One hundred percent grade A killer
Somethin' like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica
But imma be quiet, cause they might Mike Vick ya
Might catch Mike wit a light Mike Vicka
Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle
Smokin' one deep homie, cause I dont fuck wit cha
Sincerely from the hustlin' grind time official
And grind time, that grand hustle
Money on our mind and we ain't goin down sucka
And grind time, and grand hustle
Send em here, got em here boy let the king sucker
Hut one, Hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Hut one, hut two two
Ready set go
Make these niggas get right or get low
Get low, get low
Or get right, right
Holla killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low, get low
Or get right, right
Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike
Outta field nโ-a!
Bankhead sucka!
Zone one through Zone four, nโ-a
Zone six as well homeboy, you know what's happenin'
Yeah, yeah
The niggas who 'posed to been runnin' this shit
Done started runnin' this shit patna
You understand?
Mothafucka ain't nothin you can do about it homie
Ya betta muh fuckin keep ya lunch money
In ya goddamn wastebasket nโ-a!
Y'all already know nโ-a
Tuck yo chains when come around the muh fuckin' block patna
Think i'm playin?!
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