Artist: Slaughterhouse Album: Shady XV Song: Y'all Ready Know Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro/Interlude: DJ Premier scratches] "Yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo" "This your man, Royce Da 5'9"..." "This your dude, Crooked I.." "And then, it's Jumpoff Joe Beezy.." "Y-y-y-y-yaowa, yaowa, it's Joell Ortiz" [Chorus: scratched sample of Joell Ortiz] "Y'all 'ready... y'all 'ready..." "Y'all 'ready know, Sl-Slaughterhouse" [Joell Ortiz] Uhh, lil' niggaz get your weight up, fuck y'all, pay up My bars just as slick as my dick and both stay up Nicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight up I finish niggaz right off the bat, like a lay-up I seen a lot of come (come) I seen a lot of go (go) But y'all know where I'm from (where?) B-R-double O You know the rest pimpin, yeah I was bred different Here come pops with the N.Y. bop, you know the leg limpin (yaowa) My ice mug frozen 'til it's stiff Grimy nigga, might wan' hold onto your bitch I got a way with women, I faithfully play with women Let 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'em (uhhh) I might just throw on my gold fronts Pour a cup of E&J and light up a 'dro blunt I was never soft, never saw me flinchin when they lettin off Never had to retaliate cause I set it off [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] Y'all know my name bitch, never change up my language I'm just a rich nigga from a city that's bankrupt First we take oath Then I'm pullin turquoise strings in my LeBron Corks in Turks and Caicos I came from wicker chair fame wearin short sets I learned that money can't buy happiness But I decided I'd rather do all my cryin in the Corvette Make a dollar, buy a suit - have a child and have 'em follow suit Wavin that weather change thing Make the winter fall, comin through with everything to lose Takin everything from you know Let him finish his fall in his draws and pray that he land on the minute hand in my Hublot I'm about that Art of War gospel That Basquiat Picasso drawin a roscoe Usin the blood of a usual thug who was told die slow Your money on me, bet it all - you know I'ma set it off [Chorus] [Joe Budden] Uhh, let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealth Truth is I give a FUCK, but it's right to myself Fuck fame, I keep the shit I write to myself If what I do is therapeutic, man the slightest shit helps Met angel dust my freshman year, gave it a try, cool Little did I knew had the wrong meanin of high school Teachers called him a sociopath and a liar FUCK them! Only went to class for the cyphers Now I'm gettin bills for the same thinkin they tried to prescribe pills for They said I needed a wrench - I'm a loose screw, vital Suicidal, said I would kill me or more/amor, wasn't speakin in French Said I'd let it off Never know who or what you might get, main reason they never want me to set it off You now dealin with four niggaz that's never off All bets are off, so nah, y'all won't be better off [Chorus] [Crooked I/KXNG CROOKED] Uh, Jewish tats on my arm like a Semitic boss Egyptian ankh hangin, that's my Kemetic cross Slaughterhouse set it off Even got bitches wavin our flag, Betsy Ross Old school Chevy, the head is off, decapitated Impala Heavy 'llac from the weight of the llama Still bear/bare arms like a shaven koala Higher thinkin like a faded neurology student is prudent when chasin a dollar So never mind, a clever rhyme I'd rather find, a better grind, forever times Sittin behind me cause I'm ahead of mine In this era I'm, livin outside of the paradigm I'm comin outside with a pair of dimes Sharon and Caroline share a line, then they share a 9 inch, never mind I probably shouldn't even keep goin Cause these rappers keep hoein with their teeth showin I set it off~! [Chorus] [Interlude] [Chorus]