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spice 1 – ready made niggaz كلمات اغاني

we’re ready made n-gg-z
all about our paper
we want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese

[spice 1]
it’s bossalini, fetty chico, the n-gg- that’ll split your phillie
and roll your -ss up like a sack of c-ke and smoke ya
f-ck ya, never loved ya, know your -ss for years and still smug you
i see you with your b-tch on the streets, i’m still bustin ya
buck-a-buck-a, blow off your dome and disappear
have your wife waken up at the middle, didn’t even know i was here
stick-n-move, that’s the code of a killer, thug n-gg-
got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers
chrome trucks and diamond links, h-lla b-tches and h-lla drinks
n-gg-s flashin they player pieces, hollerin crystal in a sec.
ain’t no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs
i’m corleonin’ with them thuggstas, crips and players and bloods
it’s goin’ down

[chorus]
we’re ready made n-gg-s on another page
all about our paper ain’t a d-mn thing changed
we want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
still g’s to the game it don’t change

[black c]
i got a bunch of jealous n-gg-s, it ain’t mad at me
they want to grab they n-gg-s nine and blast at me
you’re livin on your own gun, n-gg- now how can that be?
that you’re a bangin–ss n-gg- that can’t even bring the heat
see i’m a own man, c-ck my own nine, make my own cash
drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own gr-ss
and it’s like that while you b-tch n-gg-s is fakin
on the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating
like you’s a big baller, we f-ck with g’s and thugs
o.g. shot caller, up in the pen with love
so f-ck the bullsh-t, you n-gg-s wanna pull d-ck up on a d-ck b-tch
but love to pump your gums about who f-ckin with black chris
that’s why i keep my eyes open and stay focused
cause i’m the n-gg- you love to hate plus i’m the dopest
still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations
while you b-tch n-gg-s hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it’s on

[chorus]

[que]
got no love for the n-gg-s that’s don’t understandin
i’m a real n-gg-, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc’
i lace you with the [?]
i want my seven figure digits on my desk when i’m finished
i’m ’bout it, ’bout it, i’m a killa cali thug n-gg- on the rise
it’s suicide, do or die, catch me if you’re ready to die
see the days where i make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess
[?] leave you n-gg-s in the dust
we’re makin big moves, doin big things
i’m amused to n-gg-s hate that sh-t, ain’t gon never f-ckin change
n-gg-s peep they foe when it’s on and poppin
you can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin
we roll benzos, beamers and lexus
have you n-gg-s on another page stressin
don’t hate me, hate the game n-gg-
i’m all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real g’s n-gg-

[chorus]

scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
we’re ready made n-gg-s
all about our paper
spice 1, black c, mr.que
ready made n-gg-z
we’re ’bout it, ’bout it

- spice 1

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