Slaughterhouse - Y'all Ready Know lyrics

Yo, yo, yo This your man Royce Da 5'9" This your dude Crooked I Man, Jump off Joe Beezy It's Joell Ortiz [Hook - Joell Ortiz:] Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse [Verse 1 - Joell Ortiz:] Little n***as get your weight up f** y'all, pay up My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up I finish n***as right off the bat like a layup I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go But y'all know where I'm from, B-R double O You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin' My ice mug frozen till it's stiff Grimy n***a, might wanna hold onto your b**h I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women Let 'em s** on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em I might just throw 'em a gold fronts Pour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro blunt I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off Never had to retaliate cause I set it off [Hook] [Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9":] Ya'll know my name, b**h, never change up my language I'm just a rich n***a from a city that's bankrupt First we take oath Then I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets I learned that money can't buy happiness But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette Make a dollar, buy a suit Have a child, and have 'em follow suit Wavin' that weatherchange things Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose Taking everything from you know Let him finish his fall in his draws And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot I'm about that Art Of War gospel That Basquiat Pica**o drawing a roscoe Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow Your money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off [Hook] [Verse 3 - Joe Budden:] Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth Truth is I give a f**, but it's right to myself f** fame, keep the sh** I write to myself If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest sh** helps Made angel dust my freshman year Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew Had the wrong meaning of high school Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar f** them, only went to cla** for the cyphers Now I'm gettin' bills for The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for They said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose screw Vital, suicidal, said I would k** mi amour Wasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it off Never know who or what you might get Main reason they never want me to set it off You now dealing with four n***as that's never off All bets off, so nah, you won't be better off [Hook] [Verse 4 - Crooked I:] Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss Egyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic cross Slaughterhouse set it off Even got b**hes wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross Old school Chevy, the head is off Decapitated Impala Heavy lack from the weight of the llama Still bear arms like a shaven koala How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student Is prudent when chasin' a dollar So never mind, a clever rhyme I'd rather find a better grind, forever times Sittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mine In this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigm I'm comin' outside with a pair of dimes Sharon and Caroline Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind I probably shouldn't even keep going Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing I set it off [Hook] [Interlude]