Get Ready Songtext

von Hell Rell

Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas
Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas
Dipset!
They just turned my mic up, can you hear me now?
I just got my jewelry cleaned, can you see me now? Haha good
Y'all niggas better get ready, for a early grave that is!
Yeah, yeah

I'm living by the Mafia rules like Gotti would
I go broke, do a sex tape with Meagan Good
Then sell it to Hollywood
Competition they all die
Nigga you the fall guy
Baby I'm the big potato, he's a small fry
Got money, I ain't gotta front on you
I let you keep your chain, remember I got one on you
That's your crew? They ain't tough, they gon' run on you
I need a guinea pig, let me test my gun on you
See I could show you where to cop the white and get the tan
You getting money, don't forget your man
You flood your bezel, don't forget the band
If rap was wrestling then I'm Vince McMahon
My lil homie just got initiated and he gotta eat something just to show me he ready
And motherfucker you looking like spaghetti
I'm perfect-timing with the diamonds so you know you gotta VVS me
I'm outta this world girl, you can't GPS me

[Chorus]
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm coming for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Myers, Freddy
Fuck them I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded (and)
I'm rolling (and)
I'm focused (but)
You know this
Get ready nigga, nigga get ready
Get ready nigga, nigga get ready

Look in my closet I'm gun crazy
You need that Piff?
I got quarters for a buck and the halfs is 180
Ounce is 360 and a pound 55
I ain't worried 'bout rap money, niggas gon' give me mine
Reminiscing way back on the old times
The block was a gold mine
Now it's all flooded with Pro 9
I walk in the precinct, briefcase full of bucks
And tell the lieutenant "make sure the chief get his cut!"
Fuck, it was either hip-hop or a lifer's bid
I was running through 50 house when it was Tyson's crib
Mike and Robin Givens sniffing in the kitchen
Bentley, new edition
That's the Johnny Gill car
Killa Cam got me popping
Got 'em Rocky watching
Made a hundred grand off Oxycontins
Caught a mill off the diesel and the Perc
Man I don't wanna talk fam
I just wanna see you in the dirt
Get ready!

[Chorus]

You need me in your life
Yeah you need me in your life
What would the gangstas do I stop breathing on the mic?
How would the hustlers feel I stop speaking 'bout the white?
Prolly stop selling hard and get regular jobs
Make history, make a lot of money nigga won't I?
Make this gangsta shit look real good don't I?
I'm the reason you ain't got no respect for these city cops
The reason you put a little pep in your diddy-bop
Ask your CEO and the label that hired you
You came in the game after Ruger, I inspired you
And if you say that ain't the truth, you liar you
I helped you talk flyer
You ain't know about that 911 drop, because of me you a Porsche driver
I helped you love rap
So where the love at?
Everyday these niggas criticize me but tell me
What would the game be without me?
Get ready!