Seven - Ready for the Meat Wagon lyrics

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Seven - Ready for the Meat Wagon lyrics

[Intro] Look in my eye, I wonder why these buster n***as asking to die [Verse 1 - ?] I give a f** about who, now see somebody here got me f**ed up sh**, out of luck, my painters will blow your block up, what up I'll put a foot to that a**, give you a 40 colt it Cuz these ba*tards out here ain't knowing Wait I'll stop, I'm looking fly to the T R E B L O C f**ing sh** up, it's an everyday pleasure to me So what n***a, don't you love the smell of dead flesh in the morning n***a got you yawning, your fingertips just can fall on the grill burning Ripping thugs a**, rip em apart as I blast, your a** won't last I give a f** what you have, snatching head from neck Seasoned, I'm why they in the puzzle Get that bombay ready, cuz we gon cook em in some Frisco Thou know, don't be playing, and we ain't lacking, we sizzle I'm a beast, I wear that motherf**ing midwest Thou know, thou know Trebloc in this b**h [Verse 2 - ?] [?] can't be measured with eyes So why not get on the grind, if you got that drive Sex, money, and lives, that's why these n***as die And if you got the nerve to ask me why I'm high And my reply, this ghetto got me crazy, I got these b**hes tryna [?] Cuz I'm grown to hit the p**y, then I'm ghost like swazey Faze me never, I'm too suave, I'm too clever So I advise you and your crew to take precautionary measures See I'm a player in the game, but ain't no need for you to hate Cuz if your b**h come my way, she wasn't yours anyway 'Sway the game goes, Ever heard of [?] Seems these n***as don't know, So I'm afraid Imma have to show How these motherf**ers do it up in the midwest Never settle for less, and don't forget your best Everyday's a new test, n***a watch your step Cuz real k**ers give a f** about a rep, quietest kid [Hook] Or should I say are you ready for the meat wagon? Toe tagged and body bagged in another session Smashing, I started blasting Look in my eye, I wonder why these buster n***as asking to die [Verse 3 - Tech N9ne] You was like my brother n***a, like no other n***a But you treated me like another n***a, f** a n***a Zkeircrow, p**y-whipped Kansas n***a with the square flow There's no way you can ever come back, falsely accusing I can't believe that he done that, got em yelling "Tech, put the gun back!" Paid you money I didn't have, in the past what a blast we had Played with packed shows lighting black holes under n***a's toes But I'm offended, cuz I found out hatred and hurt was intended Didn't think that I'd get played, mad cuz I didn't let you on "Mitch Bade" How the f** I'm gon let Mitch Bade do "Mitch Bade" with me n***a, no rhythm having motherf**er, switching on the stage with me, n***a Your b**h came and told me you gave her a disease that wasn't curable Thought I wanted to f** your b**h n***a my dick's into staying durable On the power of my dead n***as, with the magnets of MJ All the anger of Cosby, for what they did to his son on the freeway I'm gonna be driving the wagon, when you slippin But disrespecting love when you step foot back in K.C. I'm tripping What's up? [Verse 4 - ?] I took chances, advances, towards the dark side Swallowed my pride and got ready to make this ride West is where I'm headed, my destinations out of bounds Off a stick solo trip, but I'm back by several rounds Mix it and push it down Clown, a few more till whip these n***as Help stole a bird, 30 G's, some more goldys And now my Mission is to bring the heat, and leave them thieves Existence in the form of a plasma stain And the street bangers sweet And I got something for your brave and [?] My presence's preceded by the black [?] spoiled milk, dried is gone and burnt up weed Waylo's the block that I'm screaming, harmonizing with demons Beat's hypnotizing, bet you will lies in puddles of blood Slugs getting dumped off in them food, cuz ain't no love Plugs of meat getting ripped off them bones, calves and domes Innocent bystanders getting murdered in their homes Work until I got it, revere his method, plot it Something psychotic, futuristicly robotic Turn up the nation, Toe tagged and body bagged in another session Smashing, I started blasting round the meat wagon [Hook] Biotch!

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