Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Ready Know, artist - Slaughterhouse. Date of issue: 03.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Y'all Ready Know |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| This your man Royce Da 5'9″ |
| This your dude Crooked I |
| Man, Jump off Joe Beezy |
| It’s Joell Ortiz |
| Ya’ll ready, ya’ll ready, y’all ready know, Slaughterhouse |
| Little niggas get your weight up fuck y’all, pay up |
| My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up |
| Nicer than me, say what? |
| Wait up, straight up |
| I finish niggas right off the bat like a layup |
| I seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of go |
| But y’all know where I’m from, B-R double O |
| You know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred different |
| Here come pops with the NY bop, you know, the leg limpin' |
| My ice mug frozen till it’s stiff |
| Grimy nigga, might wanna hold onto your bitch |
| I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women |
| Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em |
| I might just throw 'em a gold fronts |
| Pour up a cup of E &J and light up a dro blunt |
| I was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' off |
| Never had to retaliate cause I set it off |
| Ya’ll know my name, bitch, never change up my language |
| I’m just a rich nigga from a city that’s bankrupt |
| First we take oath |
| Then I’m pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and Caicos |
| I came from wicked chair fame wearin' short sets |
| I learned that money can’t buy happiness |
| But I decided I’d rather do all my cryin' in the Corvette |
| Make a dollar, buy a suit |
| Have a child, and have 'em follow suit |
| Wavin' that weatherchange things |
| Make the winter fall, coming through with everything to lose |
| Taking everything from you know |
| Let him finish his fall in his draws |
| And pray that he land on that minute hand in my Hublot |
| I’m about that Art Of War gospel |
| That Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoe |
| Using the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow |
| Your money on me, bet it all, you know I’mma set it off |
| Let’s skip the small talk and get right to the wealth |
| Truth is I give a fuck, but it’s right to myself |
| Fuck fame, keep the shit I write to myself |
| If what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest shit helps |
| Made angel dust my freshman year |
| Gave it a try, cool, little did I knew |
| Had the wrong meaning of high school |
| Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar |
| Fuck them, only went to class for the cyphers |
| Now I’m gettin' bills for |
| The same thinking they tried to prescribe pills for |
| They said I needed a wrench, I’m a loose screw |
| Vital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amour |
| Wasn’t speakin' in French, said I’d let it off |
| Never know who or what you might get |
| Main reason they never want me to set it off |
| You now dealing with four niggas that’s never off |
| All bets off, so nah, you won’t be better off |
| Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic boss |
| Egyptian art hanging, uh, that’s my Kemetic cross |
| Slaughterhouse set it off |
| Even got bitches wavin' our flag, Betsy Ross |
| Old school Chevy, the head is off |
| Decapitated Impala |
| Heavy lack from the weight of the llama |
| Still bear arms like a shaven koala |
| How you thinkin' like a faded neurology student |
| Is prudent when chasin' a dollar |
| So never mind, a clever rhyme |
| I’d rather find a better grind, forever times |
| Sittin' behind me because I’m ahead of mine |
| In this era I’m livin' outside of the paradigm |
| I’m comin' outside with a pair of dimes |
| Sharon and Caroline |
| Share a line then they share a 9 inch, never mind |
| I probably shouldn’t even keep going |
| Cause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showing |
| I set it off |