Chorus      Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready--playa huh--Homie what   All U Thugs Get Ready--all da clubbs get ready--Bussin sluggs get ready--playa huh--homie what   East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what   Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you thuggs--can't let up on you thuggs   Ready to mash on you thuggs         Verse 1   Quit runnin wit dose killers and thuggs   I'll trade you love fo dem sluggs   Wit dese petti cats slangin dey druggs   Dey say dey love you, I know   But all dey want is da dough   N if you mess up   Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow      N all ou playaz -n- thuggs   You got dese girls in dese clubbs   On da floor shakin it up   Lost needin some love      Rappers die in da field   Claimin dey keep it real   Got yo glock wit yo dropp   Baby packin da steel   I rather be in God's will   While dey plottin to kill   You can't adjust to da truth   Ima still be keepin it real      Na tell me what you thuggs beleivin   Got mothers grievin   Squeezin gats   Leavin em flat   Fo no reason   Not even breathen   Like you ready to ball   You rather slide down a mountain full blades   In some alcohol      Kiss a Parona   Dis-ra-spectin yo momma   No no fear fo yo life   Say you be back on Manyanna      Chorus      Verse 2   I was sent by God -n- gotta message fo yo thuggs   You ain't feelin me huh--Dat's why you steady bussin sluggs   Leavin em dead in dey blood--got mommas feelin like what   But Jesus shedd his own blood -n- you claim to be a thugg   You a coward dat's why you steady packin a steel   You a coward dat's why you leavin 'em dead in da field   You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real   Maken dem mills you live -n- you die fo da scrill      Forget you rappers dat won't hear me   I bring it real   See you laughin -n- jokin like it's a game   But you gone feel me   Da times I be feelin da fire yo Holy Spirit   Da reason I'm droppin   I know dat you thuggs gone feel it      See da thugg in yo eye   So I gotta reply   You betta listen to me son   You ain't ready to die   To look my Lord up in his eye   -N- ya gotta tell em why   You waste yo life gettin high   So now you gotta fry   Bye Bye   So was it worth it wit yo homies pufin lah   Or wit dese girls up in da clubbs   While you all between dey thighs   Na why   Claimin dat you ready to ball   You rather slide down a mountain full of blades in some alcohol      Girls up in dis thang   U's a queen up in dis thing   Don't loose yo dream up in dis thang   Fo da cream up in dis thang      Said you tired of sheddin tears   w/homies dats catchin years   When u ready to make a change   (Say Homie) we right here         Chorus      Verse 3   You cat's gone see da flames   Fo sellin yo soul in dis game   Son you need to read da Word   So you can learn to maintain   It's like all da weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain   Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane      All u cowardd be hittin, deficatin when you spittin   Split tongue like a serpent   Leave em dead b-4 dey bittin      I use to run in bedstuy -n- wilin puffin on Laah   I got lockdown on da islin were you gettin no smiles      Chorus