Chorus

Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what

All U Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what

East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what

Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs

Ready to mash on you thuggs



Verse 1

Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs

I'll trade you love fo dem sluggs

Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs

Dey say dey love you, I know

But all dey want is da dough

N if you mess up

Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow



N all ou playaz -n- thuggs

You got dese girls in dese clubbs

On da floor shakin it up

Lost needin some love



Rappers die in da field

Claimin dey keep it real

Got yo glock wit yo dropp

Baby packin da steel

I rather be in God's will

While dey plottin to kill

You can't adjust to da truth

Ima still be keepin it real



Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin

Got mothers grievin

Squeezin gats

Leavin em flat

Fo no reason

Not even breathen

Like you ready to ball

You rather slide down a mountain full blades

In some alcohol



Kiss a Parona

Dis-ra-spectin yo momma

No no fear fo yo life

Say you be back on Manyanna



Chorus



Verse 2

I was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs

You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs

Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what

But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg

You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel

You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field

You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real

Maken dem