Huh, yeah, the port-au-prince
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Cy posse
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Shout's out to Haiti man
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My prayers go out to y'all
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Hey!
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First I want to say god bless the lady who made me
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I do this for the babies in Haiti
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Go trade your Mercedes up to the [?]
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So I mixed the [?] with the Baileys
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Back in the 80's they gave us crack to push us back into slavery
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Rap just happened to save me, fuck movin' packs
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Niggas get jacked on the daily, layin' on their back up in grady
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Seen what happened to Tracy, all for the cash money
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But nothin' ever happens to Baby, run the trap like Mcgahee
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You soon be trapped in the cage, B, only 'cause half of us lazy
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But should I act the same way, there's two pillows in my bed
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One is where the [?] lay, I don't sling yay
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'Cause how would you feel, if you was a kid in this neighborhood and can't play
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They say it ain't safe, 'cause it's the same place where they say the gangs stay
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Either you go to school or you bang ay
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There's so much to life other than cuttin' white
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I hear gunshots every mofuckin' night
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Keep a .38, and I tuck it tight
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Niggas raise your kids don't put no bitch above your wife
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'Cause once a woman's fed up it's hard to love you twice
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I speak the truth even if it don't rub you right
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Ready or not, here I come, I've arrived
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Now it's time to, tell the people somethin'
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So could every body stand for the ruler, I even got fans in Aruba
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Blood diamonds, people lose their hand for your jeweler,
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Just so you and your man can look cooler, split the band on the Ruger
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No I ain't plannin' to user her but if I have to I'll stand there and shoot ya
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Your homie's will do ya, the one's who act phony will screw ya
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And they ain't the only intruders
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I was [?] boys won't ya dig 'cause I heard they manage birds like Tony La Russa
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(haha)
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But still show love to your loved ones
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Instead of huggin' your partners we'd rather hug guns
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Sit back and watch the blood run, friendship disappear like Louisiana flood funds,
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Niggas better get their lugz on, theres a war goin' on outside don't catch a slug son
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Father forgive us, most of all of us dealers
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Niggas who can't seem to keep their fingers off of the triggers
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Throw your dog in the river 'cause he ain't bark at no killers and,
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The kid tell me he was only the middle man
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For fifty pounds of Reggie Miller
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But I am not a follower that's probably why I ain't got any twitter fans
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In the A they don't give a damn, this the New Jack City
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But these niggas ain't tryin' to [?]
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[Chorus]
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Ready Or Not
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CyHi Da Prynce |