Ready to Roll (feat. TKO)

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Ready to(2) Fight Lyrics

(Pre-intro)

Yeah man, shout out to all my niggas who locked up. na mean?

My nigga white cam, freeky zeeky, cash, young black

On his way home, doe(?)stacks just went in, it's nothin

Ziggy(?) be home real real real real soon, soon as he touch down

He jump in the sun ahead of his time, na how we do, Dipset, man

Clothes(ho's) in the streets wanna know, catch me

On Hell's Kitchen, man. That nigga's gon' see what I'm cookin' up

BLAT

(Intro)

(ay, ay, ay,)

Uh, ch-yeah, Dipset. Dip-dip-dipset. uh-huh, come on

Give em' Hell(our?) Records, man

(chyeah, yeah) Hell Rell. Streets is mine, man. (fuck with me)

Fuck with us. JR Writer. Come on. (can do that shit all day)

(chorus)

Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp

And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!

Niggas lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?

Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without

Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)

And all ma niggas and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)

If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to RiiideNow, all ma G's In N.Y. carry Big .45s, (uh huh, let's go, yeah)

Chicago, L.A.; Prefer dem AKs

And all Philly niggas: is Mac Milly niggas

Every thug In St. Louie bought a Uzi!

(Verse)

Come on now, when Rell says DUMP (Dump)

You get up and dump! Let off da pump

And let them lil pellets eat a full lunch (sh-pow!)

I got everybody watchin me: I'm fillin' the studio(?) (look out!)

And Imma 'bout to show these niggas why

Killa recruited me!

I'm young, I'm hungry I'm fresh outta clink(Clinton?)

And got bitches bringin' me money, yes; I'm still pimpin

From dat last lil' shootout: you still limpin'

Imma finish you off tonight! Hustle get off da white!

It won't stop till da hands on da rolly spin

And my mink is made outta coyote skin!

The way I'm stuntin' so hard: Should be a holy sin!

And every time a nigga cop 5 Coppi throw me a 10(?)

My little niggas would kill you just to floss...

Look at these diamonds: They real blue in the cross

What's poppin' in tha hood? Wheel thru in da Porsche

Nigga, you's a worker. I'm real cool with cha BossI'll get you fired, Re-hired for a lesser salary

I'm on tha move these cops they forever After me. (uh-huh)

You've never taste bomb reefer, look at ya boy!

I'm in the James Bond beamer with A St. Tom's Diva(?)

(chorus 2)

Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp

And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!

Niggas lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?

Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without

Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)

And all ma niggas and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)

If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide

(Verse 2)

Ok, get ready! (It's da Invasion!)

I've Been a sin: Ben is sick.(?)

Movin' Like Emmit Smith

And ma fifth and da bitch, that'll be the end of it

Ends I get: Enderless. 10 Is kips(?), Plenty chips

Uzi keep movin', that's what I call extended clips(chorus 3)

Now I've been drinking dat sizzurp

And I'm drunk as fuck.. And I'm Ready To Fiight!

Niggas lookin at me like; I don't get It poppin?

Imma kill somebody toniiiight... (uh-huh)

And I don't ever, ever get in a beef without

Squeezing off my niiine (les' go)

And all ma niggas and ma bitches; (what'd you say?)

If you fuck wit-da-Dips Get ready to Riiide