Artist: L.G. Wise f/ D.C.P. Album: Me Vs. Industry Song: Get Ready Typed by: Byg_Balla [Chorus] Get Ready Get Ready Get Ready - playa huh - homie what All U Thugs Get Ready - all the 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 One] 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 the dough And if you mess up Still want it Rain Hail Sleet Snow And all out playaz n thuggs You got dese girls in dese clubbs On the floor shakin it up, lost needin some love Rappers die in the field, claimin dey keep it real Got yo glock wit yo dropp, baby packin the steel I rather be in God's will, while dey plottin to kill You can't adjust to the truth, I'm a 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 Two] 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 the field You a coward I know son you claim you keepin it real Maken dem mills you live n you die fo the 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 the fire yo Holy Spirit Da reason I'm droppin, I know dat you thuggs gone feel it See the 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 the 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 thang Don't loose yo dream up in dis thang, fo the cream up in dis thang Said you tired of sheddin tears, with homies dats catchin years When you ready to make a change, (Say Homie) we right here [Chorus] [Verse Three] You cat's gone see the flames Fo sellin yo soul in dis game Son you need to read the Word, so you can learn to maintain It's like all the weed you smoke got you loosin yo brain Talkin bout killin babies, I think really insane All you cowards be hittin, deficatin when you spittin Split tongue like a serpent, leave 'em dead before dey bittin I use to run in bedstuy n wilin puffin on Laah I got lockdown on the islin were you gettin no smiles [Chorus]