Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready Set Go, artist - Killer Mike. Album song BANGx3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grindtime Official
Song language: English
Ready Set Go |
Hut one, Hut two two |
Ready set go |
Make these niggas get right |
Or get low |
Hut one, hut two two |
Ready set go |
Make these niggas get right |
Or get low |
Get low, get low or get right right |
Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike |
Get low get low or get right right |
Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike |
I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit |
Your style been ran through like a freak bitch |
The pussy club got you angered with your frequent |
Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins |
Might as well shop at Victoria’s Secret |
Have 'em gift wrap you some «I love Pink» shit |
Rent due and y’all niggas delinquent |
You better find another nigga to link with |
Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool |
I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school |
Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food |
The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool |
I get my work on, and get my flirt on |
I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em |
I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em |
Nigga, how it’s gonna bet bigger? |
With that nigga the B-I-G and the microphone killer |
Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler |
'Less I’m filling your broad up with nigga |
I drill her while you finger prick her |
That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her |
Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger |
The prehistoric rap writer |
And I’m a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters |
The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan |
Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining |
Steadily styling on you suckas like a hairdo |
Beauty parlor rapping-ass niggas, we say, «how dare you?» |
I can’t stand you |
You making the game soft like a ??? |
I’m blowing this bitch down like I’m Hurricane Andrew |
It’s Dungeon Family and my man’s too |
Grind Time/Grand Hustle, fucker we will drag you |
I’m the product, of the age of narcotta |
Which means I’m dope like the pills you swallow |
Down by law I lead don’t follow |
Grind time, grand hustle live for the gualla |
I remain in the game to break lames off |
Some of them sensitive and some too soft |
The hood been forced to fuck with y’all by default |
But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off |
This is real homie, no fake, no filler |
One hundred percent grade A killer |
Something like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica |
But I’ma be quiet ‘cause they might Mike Vick ya |
Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka |
Some purple kush that’ll get me high like a missile |
Smoking one deep homie cause I don’t fuck with you |
Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official |
Lets go lets go |
Grand hustle |
Money on our mind |
And we ain’t going down sucker |
And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle |
Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker |