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We Ready

This song is by Archie Eversole and appears on the album Ride Wit Me Dirty South Style (2002).

We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(We ready, we ready)
For y'all
(Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
For y'all
(We ready, we ready)

Ain't no question 'bout, who the best
Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause, boy, you is blessed

And I'ma take him out the game, y'all
It ain't no thang, y'all
You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy, please believe it

Keep your bible with you, 'cause you gonna be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
And Archie ain't gonna stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it

Rockin' it, until the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame

We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(We ready, we ready)
For y'all
(Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
For y'all
(We ready, we ready)

A T L, we 'bout that head bustin', we leave you dead cousin
Whassup, huh bitch nigga, you said somethin'
If you ready why you stumblin' to the floor, huh?
If you ready why you stutterin', I ain't drunk

I'ma show 'em why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters, 'cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me then, "Hell naw" before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found

See I done did this since my younger days
Only sixteen but my pocket's never underage
So let's get paid, 'cause I stay ready for it, please
And you is crazy if you think you ready for me, so who ready

We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(We ready, we ready)
For y'all
(Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
For y'all
(We ready, we ready)

You ain't ready for us, 'cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be
Who keeps it crunker than we

Nobody, that's why we comin', throwin' bows and them knees
See our foes and they freeze
They be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin' so we bust ya apart

You bustas ain't hard, stack 'em up and knockin' 'em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin' me now
Choppin' 'em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin' to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around

I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
And if you didn't see it comin', Phat Boy lockin' it down

We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(What, what)
We ready
(We ready, we ready)
For y'all
(Come on, we ready, come on)

We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
We ready
(We ready for)
For y'all
(We ready, we ready)

Credits

Written by:

Big Mace; Gary De Carlo; Archie Eversole; Dale Frashuer; Paul Leka; Warren Mathis

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