| Hut one, Hut two two
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| Ready set go
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| Make these niggas get right
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| Or get low
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| Hut one, hut two two
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| Ready set go
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| Make these niggas get right
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| Or get low
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| Get low, get low or get right right
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| Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
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| Get low get low or get right right
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| Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike
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| I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit
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| Your style been ran through like a freak bitch
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| The pussy club got you angered with your frequent
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| Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins
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| Might as well shop at Victoria’s Secret
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| Have 'em gift wrap you some «I love Pink» shit
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| Rent due and y’all niggas delinquent
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| You better find another nigga to link with
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| Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool
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| I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school
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| Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food
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| The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool
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| I get my work on, and get my flirt on
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| I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em
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| I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em
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| Nigga, how it’s gonna bet bigger?
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| With that nigga the B-I-G and the microphone killer
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| Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler
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| 'Less I’m filling your broad up with nigga
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| I drill her while you finger prick her
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| That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her
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| Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger
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| The prehistoric rap writer
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| And I’m a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters
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| The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan
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| Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining
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| Steadily styling on you suckas like a hairdo
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| Beauty parlor rapping-ass niggas, we say, «how dare you?»
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| I can’t stand you
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| You making the game soft like a ???
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| I’m blowing this bitch down like I’m Hurricane Andrew
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| It’s Dungeon Family and my man’s too
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| Grind Time/Grand Hustle, fucker we will drag you
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| I’m the product, of the age of narcotta
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| Which means I’m dope like the pills you swallow
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| Down by law I lead don’t follow
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| Grind time, grand hustle live for the gualla
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| I remain in the game to break lames off
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| Some of them sensitive and some too soft
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| The hood been forced to fuck with y’all by default
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| But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off
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| This is real homie, no fake, no filler
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| One hundred percent grade A killer
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| Something like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica
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| But I’ma be quiet ‘cause they might Mike Vick ya
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| Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka
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| Some purple kush that’ll get me high like a missile
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| Smoking one deep homie cause I don’t fuck with you
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| Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official
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| Lets go lets go
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| Grand hustle
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| Money on our mind
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| And we ain’t going down sucker
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| And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle
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| Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ready Set Go , by - Killer Mike. Song from the album BANGx3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп