Chorus: If you're coming back for more Then get ready, get ready Cos everything I've got is yours So get ready, get ready Ya know you never had it so
[Chorus] If you're coming back for more, Then get ready, Get ready, Cos everthing I?ve got is yours, So get ready, Get ready! No, You never had it
[Chorus] If you're coming back for more, Then get ready, Get ready, Cos everthing I?ve got is yours, So get ready, Get ready! No, You never had
: [Chorus] If you're coming back for more, Then get ready, Get ready, Cos everthing I?ve got is yours, So get ready, Get ready! No, 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
m foolish So your girlfriend is provokin' you to do it, so you doin' it Say you through will all my foul ways But you never come when you period is five
watch out, now Here we come (come) And we ain't stoppin' until We see the mornin' sun (sun) So give us room to do our thing Cuz we ain't come to hurt
I was smart, I came back and scooped up my friends Now I got five dawgs that'll die for me like I'll die for them I'll fight for them, swing or shoot
say laid back! GO 'HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace I serve 'em with the Semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast. [Chorus:] You want some? - Come
YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!) [Verse 1] I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get
Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh Yea.. [imitating the beat] This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea [Verse One]
Thick bitches in the spot, watch 'em strip for the sport Spit vicious for the block, yeah we swingin a torch Stick niggaz for they shit, thank 'em for
hips everything five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two
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
you for your keys I'm not lying or joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For
And speak American to try to blend in Like they aint obvious out of towners Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for
