Ready Set Go (Remix)

Текст песни Killer Mike feat. T.I. & Big Boi - Ready Set Go (Remix)

[Hook: T.I.]
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

[Verse 1: Killer 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
[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
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 bed do
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

[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
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
[Outro: T.I.]
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

[Hook T.I.]