(chorus) If you're comin back for more, Then get ready...get ready. Cause everything I got is yours, So get ready...get ready. You know you never had
dub for fifteen minutes sayin they shoot and steal I would tell you more, but I think, you would squeal I'm ridin at the wheel, lean back, poppin pills
I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death wish for
', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'? You trippin', more records could get my ass in position Death wish for
extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack, fade away and never come back Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy For now
' come back on, you ain't that strong You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby so I can hit you up
ain't gonna be more songs for me man This is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack Trust me, make a response ten thousand times I ain't talkin back
Because we're wanted Dead or alive 12345 (I said 12345) Ready, steady for attack When you feel me comin' Keep comin' back The more you want, the more
'm ready I'm willin' to watch, spy on seven that flinch Let's see if I don't kill 'em in five seconds or less I keep comin' back like rashes on an infant
in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter Went to bone’s house so I can get the gat Looking for the place
’ caddilacs That’s what ya doin’ with the money that ya raisin’ Exploitin’ us like the caucasians did For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers Died
tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero Here it go... Back to runnin'
knocked for attempt, the best lawyers looked at my trial got Five at Eighteen, I took it and smiled came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves I'm back
gonna knock your fuckin head off And I'm coming back hard Stunner get me to work, and I'm runnin that off I'm comin back with it, and let my team split
's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps
the piece Gucci and hat sweet Butter soft leather seats for trash talkin' freaks [Chorus] [Nelly] This is for my niggaaaaaaaasssssssss [talking through megaphone] Uh, uh, ha bet ya no were ready for
the bullshit back to the basics I had to kick in the door Thats how I had to get it I shitted with lyrics And getting better for fuckin credit Gettin
clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for
