Ready Made Niggaz

歌詞

(feat. Black C, Que) We're ready made niggaz All about our paper We want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese [Spice 1] It's bossalini, fetty chico, the nigga that'll split your phillie And roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke ya Fuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug you I see you with your bitch on the streets, I'm still bustin ya Buck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappear Have your wife waken up at the middle, didn't even know I was here Stick-n-move, that's the code of a killer, thug nigga Got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers Chrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinks Niggas flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec. Ain't no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs I'm corleonin' with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloods It's goin' down [Chorus] We're ready made niggas on another page All about our paper ain't a damn thing changed We want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese Still G's to the game it don't change [Black C] I got a bunch of jealous niggas, it ain't mad at me They want to grab they niggas Nine and blast at me You're livin on your own gun, nigga now how can that be? That you're a bangin-ass nigga that can't even bring the heat See I'm a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cash Drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass And it's like that while you bitch niggas is fakin On the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating Like you's a big baller, we fuck with G's and thugs O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love So fuck the bullshit, you niggas wanna pull dick up on a dick bitch But love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black chris That's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused Cause I'm the nigga you love to hate plus I'm the dopest Still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations While you bitch niggas hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on [chorus] [Que] Got no love for the niggas that's don't understandin I'm a real nigga, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc' I lace you with the [?] I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I'm finished I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm a killa cali thug nigga on the rise It's suicide, do or die, catch me if you're ready to die See the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess [?] leave you niggas in the dust We're makin big moves, doin big things I'm amused to niggas hate that shit, ain't gon never fuckin change Niggas peep they foe when it's on and poppin You can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin We roll benzos, beamers and lexus Have you niggas on another page stressin Don't hate me, hate the game nigga I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's nigga [chorus] Scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese We're ready made niggas All about our paper Ready made niggaz We're 'bout it, 'bout it