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hell rell, j.r. writer - ready to(2) fight كلمات الأغنية

(pre_intro)
yeah man, shout out to all my n_ggas who locked up. na mean?
my n_gga white cam, freeky zeeky, cash, young black
on his way home, doe(?)stacks just went in, it’s nothin
ziggy(?) be home real real real real soon, soon as he touch down
he jump in the sun ahead of his time, na how we do, dipset, man
clothes(ho’s) in the streets wanna know, catch me
on h_ll’s kitchen, man. that n_gga’s gon’ see what i’m cookin’ up
blat

(intro)
(ay, ay, ay,)
uh, ch_yeah, dipset. dip_dip_dipset. uh_huh, come on
give em’ h_ll(our?) records, man
(chyeah, yeah) h_ll rell. streets is mine, man. (f_ck with me)
f_ck with us. jr writer. come on. (can do that sh_t all day)
(chorus)
now i’ve been drinking dat sizzurp
and i’m drunk as f_ck.. and i’m ready to fiight!
n_ggas lookin at me like; i don’t get it poppin?
imma k!ll somebody toniiiight… (uh_huh)

and i don’t ever, ever get in a beef without
squeezing off my niiine (les’ go)
and all ma n_ggas and ma b_tches; (what’d you say?)
if you f_ck wit_da_dips get ready to riiide

now, all ma g’s in n.y. carry big .45s, (uh huh, let’s go, yeah)
chicago, l.a.; prefer dem aks
and all philly n_ggas: is mac milly n_ggas
every thug in st. louie bought a uzi!

(verse)
come on now, when rell says dump (dump)
you get up and dump! let off da pump
and let them lil pellets eat a full lunch (sh_pow!)
i got everybody watchin me: i’m fillin’ the studio(?) (look out!)
and imma ’bout to show these n_ggas why
k!lla recruited me!

i’m young, i’m hungry i’m fresh outta clink(clinton?)
and got b_tches bringin’ me money, yes; i’m still pimpin
from dat last lil’ shootout: you still limpin’
imma finish you off tonight! hustle get off da white!
it won’t stop till da hands on da rolly spin
and my mink is made outta coyote skin!
the way i’m stuntin’ so hard: should be a holy sin!
and every time a n_gga cop 5 coppi throw me a 10(?)

my little n_ggas would k!ll you just to floss…
look at these diamonds: they real blue in the cross
what’s poppin’ in tha hood? wheel thru in da porsche
n_gga, you’s a worker. i’m real cool with cha boss

i’ll get you fired, re_hired for a lesser salary
i’m on tha move these cops they forever after me. (uh_huh)
you’ve never taste bomb reefer, look at ya boy!
i’m in the james bond beamer with a st. tom’s diva(?)

(chorus 2)
now i’ve been drinking dat sizzurp
and i’m drunk as f_ck.. and i’m ready to fiight!
n_ggas lookin at me like; i don’t get it poppin?
imma k!ll somebody toniiiight… (uh_huh)

and i don’t ever, ever get in a beef without
squeezing off my niiine (les’ go)
and all ma n_ggas and ma b_tches; (what’d you say?)
if you f_ck wit_da_dips get ready to riiide
(verse 2)

ok, get ready! (it’s da invasion!)
i’ve been a sin: ben is sick.(?)

movin’ like emmit smith
and ma fifth and da b_tch, that’ll be the end of it
ends i get: enderless. 10 is kips(?), plenty chips
uzi keep movin’, that’s what i call extended clips

(chorus 3)
now i’ve been drinking dat sizzurp
and i’m drunk as f_ck.. and i’m ready to fiight!
n_ggas lookin at me like; i don’t get it poppin?
imma k!ll somebody toniiiight… (uh_huh)

and i don’t ever, ever get in a beef without
squeezing off my niiine (les’ go)
and all ma n_ggas and ma b_tches; (what’d you say?)
if you f_ck wit_da_dips get ready to riiide

- hell rell j r writer

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