Cyhi The Prynce - Ready or Not lyrics

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Cyhi The Prynce - Ready or Not lyrics

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce] Huh, yeah, the Port-au-Prince Cy posse Shouts out to Haiti, man My prayers go out to y'all Hey [Verse 1] First I want to say god bless the lady who made me I do this for the babies in Haiti Go trade your Mercedes up to the [aid?] Where Wyclef is, the Yele So I mix the cognac with the Baileys Back in the eighties they gave us crack to push us back into slavery Rap just happened to save me, f** moving packs n***as get jacked on the daily, laying on their back up in Grady Seen what happened to Tracy, all for the cash money But nothing ever happens to Baby, run the trap like McGahee You soon be trapped in the cage, B, only 'cause half of us lazy But should I act the same way? It's two pillows in my bed One is where the thing lay, I don't sling yay' 'Cause how would you feel, if you was a kid in this neighborhood and can't play? They say it ain't safe, 'cause it's the same place where they say the gangs stay Either you go to school or you bang A There's so much to life other than cutting white I hear gunshots every motherf**ing night Keep a thirty-eight, and I tuck it tight n***as raise your kids, don't put no b**h above your wife 'Cause once a woman's fed up, it's hard to love you twice I speak the truth, even if it don't rub you right [Chorus] (x2) Ready or not, here I come, I've arrived Now it's time to tell the people something [Verse 2] So could every body stand for the ruler? I even got fans in Aruba Blood diamonds, people lose their hand for your j**eler Just so you and your man can look cooler, split the band on the Ruger No, I ain't planning to user her, but if I have to I'll stand there and shoot you, your homies'll do you The one's who act phony'll screw you and they ain't the only intruders Also, the [Jack?] boys want you dead 'cause They heard you manage birds like Tony La Russa, haha But still show love to your loved ones Instead of hugging your partners, we'd rather hug guns Sit back and watch the blood run, friendship disappear like Louisiana flood funds n***as better get their Lugz on, it's a war going on outside, don't catch a slug son Father forgive us, most of all of us dealers n***as who can't seem to keep their fingers off of the triggers Throw your dog in the river 'cause he involved with them k**ers And they k**ed Timmy, he was only the middle man For fifty pounds of Reggie Miller But I am not a follower, that's probably why I ain't got any twitter fans In the A they don't give a damn, this the New Jack City But these n***as ain't trying to [pill a van?] [Chorus]

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