(feat. Archie)
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[Behind Hook]
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I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
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Ya'll ready, they ready
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C'mon, C'mon
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Rasheeda she ready, we ready
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Archie, you ready, we ready
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C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
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You ready
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Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
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[Chorus:]
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We ready (What, what)
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We ready (What, what)
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We ready (We ready, we ready)
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For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
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We ready (We ready for)
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We ready (We ready for)
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We ready (We ready for)
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For y'all (We ready, we ready)
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[Archie:]
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Ain't no question bout who the best
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Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
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Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
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You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
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And I'm a take him out the game y'all
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It ain't no thang y'all
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You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
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The game's raw, boy please believe it
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Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
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Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
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And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
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I'm a make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
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Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
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Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
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[Hook x2]
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[Rasheeda:]
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Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
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It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
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We crackin on these niggas switch,
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Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
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And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
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I switch positions
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Now it's Phat boy and D-LO
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And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
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I told ya'll once before boy ain't no I in teams (teams)
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Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
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I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
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Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
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I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
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And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
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I leave the game hurt WHAT!
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[Hook x2]
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[Archie:]
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You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
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Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
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Stay as crunk as can be
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Who keeps it crunker than we
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Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
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See our foes and they freeze
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They be some suckas at heart
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We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
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You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
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Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
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Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
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Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
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I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
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And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down
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[Hook x2]
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We Ready
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Rasheeda |