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Ikay - We Ready lyrics
Intro
Yea,
Dem fi know,
Yo Craig
Weh Yuh deh pon?
Lets do this, lets get it,
For real,
Yeah! Da River, Warminister
I got ya,
Ha ha,
Kingston, Jamaica
lets do this,
Uh!
Verse 1
Fresh out da building, fresh off da corner,
Fresh in da streets, you can crown me if you wanna,
Uh!
Im da king homie,
40 karats on da charm, I bling homie,
Where you been homie?
In da streets all day tryin to get that gwap,
To da streets I pray trying to duck them shots,
(Im maintaining dawg, Cry Nation all day Lets do this, uh.)
Me and my crew hungry,
Aint nothing in this world like new money,
So where da brinks at?
Ready to sink that,
(Real talk homie lets do this, uh.)
Its like nothing to kill a man,
Niggaz get murdered for that white shit, ten kilograms,
I cry tears at nights and Im still a man,
Thousand pounds guerilla man,
Yea, uh!
Niggaz lackin vision, niggaz lackin trust,
Niggaz lackin hope, heart filled wit lust,
Whats love? I dont know nigga! Cry Nation, thats us,
Yea,
I put my heart on da line so my niggaz could ride,
I never thought that niggaz could die,
G4 in da sky,
Tell da angels that niggaz could fly,
Getting off this corner, gotta say goodbye,
And Im,
(Yea! Warminister, lets do this.)
Im back in da building, ready to die,
26 on that whip, ready to ride,Ikay - We Ready - http://motolyrics.com/ikay/we-ready-lyrics.html
Anger in my heart, blood in my eyes,
Pussy niggaz get pushed to da side,
Let dem die,
Yea!
I got my stunnas on,
Motherfuckas got my Hummer chromed,
Lifestyle got da sickest stones,
I got a bitch at home,
I call her ms patron,
High as a motherfucka, cant leave that bitch alone,
I got paper to burn cuz Im a live nigga,
Fuck wit Kay then you gon die nigga,
Let da 4,5 hit ya,
Throwin dirt on my picture cuz I dont ride wit ya,
Uh!
Look at them rocs that I got,
Theres rats on da block,
Fake crews get clapped,
Fake crews get back,
Real Gs gon ball,
On da way to da top, real Gs never fall,
Got chips for yall,
Kay be on it,
Yall dont want it wit da young black hornet,
On his way to stardom,
Makin moves in Queens, stackin chips in Harlem,
My chain so blue and my wrist orange,
And we still ballin,
Hos still callin,
Hennessey in da cup, yellow piss pourin,
Rest in peace Terry, pour some criss for him,
I miss you nigga and this shits boring,
I got you in my heart homie,
Give ya family anything they want homie,
You my nigga from da start homie,
And I got ya!
Outro
Yea, uh!
Da River, Warminister, Kingston Jamaica,
Yeah! Thats how we do it,
Fo real
Queens, New York!
Yea, got this
we here,
Cry Nation, yea!
Whassup Zala, Craig
Its all good, Im here,
Cry Nation!
Ikay! Thats my name niggaz,
Get used to it,
Ha ha ha.