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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 mills you live -n- you die fo da scrill Forget you rappers dat won't hear me I bring it real See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game But you gone feel me Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit Da reason I'm droppin I know dat you thuggs gone feel it See da thugg in yo eye So I gotta reply You betta listen to me son You ain't ready to die To look my Lord up in his eye -N- ya gotta tell em why You waste yo life gettin high So now you gotta fry Bye Bye So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs While you all between dey thighs Na why Claimin dat you ready to ball You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol Girls up in dis thang U's a queen up in dis thing Don't loose yo dream up in dis thang Fo da cream up in dis thang Said you tired of sheddin tears w/homies dats catchin years When u ready to make a change (Say Homie) we right here Chorus Verse 3 You cat's gone see da flames Fo sellin yo soul in dis game Son you need to read da Word So you can learn to maintain It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane All u cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin Split tongue like a serpent Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles Chorus  More L.G. Wise Song Lyrics
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