Archie Eversole - We Ready lyrics

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Archie Eversole - We Ready lyrics

We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (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) 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' sh** 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 We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (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) A T L, we 'bout that head bustin', we leave you dead cousin Wha**up, huh b**h n***a, 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 sixteen 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 We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (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) You ain't ready for us, 'cause you ain't ready for me Courtney B chop and knock a n***a 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 s**as 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 We ready (What, what) We ready (What, what) We ready (We ready, we ready) For y'all (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)

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