Lil’ O I'm Ready Lyrics

Da Fat Rat Wit da Cheese Track Listing
  • 1 Da Fat Rat Wit da Cheese
  • 2 The Throwdest
  • 3 Thug Niggas, Part 2
  • 4 What Fo'
  • 5 Beg, Steal and Borrow
  • 6 I'm Ready
  • 7 Ooh Wee
  • 8 Slow Down
  • 9 Back Back
  • 10 We Ain't Broke No Mo
  • 11 After the Club (skit)
  • 12 Choo Choo
  • 13 Bend Ya Knees (Do Ya Thang)
  • 14 Can't Tell 'Em Nothing (skit)
  • 15 I Wonder Why
  • 16 Hold It Down
  • 17 I Don't Talk
  • 18 Playas Get Chose
  • 19 Revenge
  • 20 My Loved Ones
  • f/ Poppy

    (*talking*)
    These niggas funny bunny man, funny ass niggas
    With all these, funny ass hugs, funny ass handshakes
    All this, hey what's up ah nigga, I ain't your motherfucking friend nigga
    I know you wanna see me all feet broke, looking bad nigga
    Or dead in these streets, but you know what nigga
    It's fuck me, naw nigga it's fuck you nigga
    I don't like nan one of you cocksuckers nigga
    This year it's all about me bitch, I'm one deep nigga
    A bunch of money, a bunch of hoes, a bunch of guns nigga
    Getting ready for you cowards nigga, I knew the day was coming nigga
    I knew one day it was all gon boil down to this nigga
    So, I've just been getting my shit right, waiting for you punks

    [Lil' O]
    I got a call from my dog

    [Poppy]
    Oh, word on the street
    These niggas plotting on you baby, want you murdered this week
    Man I was up at Cornbread's, when I heard from a freak
    Jackers gon try to wet you, from your shirt to your feet

    [Lil' O]
    I burst out my sleep, hopped up adrenaline pumping
    Like a dick in a bitch, man I knew they'd be coming
    Wanting my bricks, want dough, wanting my onions
    And the way my wife look, they'd probably want my woman
    What left to do, but mob up and get your crew
    I got dressed, and I hopped in a Lexus Coupe
    I called Poppy on the phone (oh, what next to do)
    Meet me at the Texaco, don't forget the tools
    I got my hard hat on, we bout to put in some work
    These niggas bout to get put in the dirt
    I'm like a AIDS needle, nigga in your jugular, I put in the hurt
    You niggas bout to get put in the church, motherfuckers

    [Chorus - 2x]
    Cause niggas wanna get me for my life, but I'm ready
    Jackers wanna get me for my ice and my feddy
    You must think I'm soft in the streets, I'm deadly
    4-5 steady, nigga I'm ready

    [Poppy]
    Man I'm coming with the L the same, touch open it's hell to pay
    I got something for those, who wanna take our wealth away
    Niggas I'm through talking, there ain't got nothing else to say
    I won't stop spitting, till your physical health decay
    Until you dead from the belt down, plotting to jack
    And trying to catch my nigga slipping, and put glocks to his back
    Snatch his clothes, his jewels and them knots that he stack
    And leave him naked, face down with shots in his stocking cap
    But it ain't popping like that, we leave jackers brain dead
    We ready for y'all, don't make me put a flame through your head
    My niggas open, mine only know to make your brain lead
    Till everybody call you Kool-Aid, cause your shirt stain red
    Y'all better move around, black or stay back
    I know cats that spray gats, ready to make you faggots lay back
    I got something for you cowards, trying to take our chips
    I'll have you needing body work, that Maco can't fix

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Lil' O]
    We got a tip they at the butt naked
    How ironic, cause we gon leave em butt naked
    With some bullets in they skulls, and they but taken
    Cause my niggas into torturing and butt raping, we ain't right
    Pulled up at the club, it's a murder at late night
    Caught em coming out with they partnas, to take flight
    And even though I know it ain't right, to take life
    I got my chopper ready to cut em, like steak knifes
    Hopped out saying, playboy you looking for me
    Half a second, that's how long it took him to peep
    One second, that's how long it took him to flee
    One and a half, how long it took me to squeeze
    Say goodbye, why do jacking niggas always think that they fly
    Think they bulletproof, think they can't die
    Had to show him, fuck with O you'll get done in the blink of a eye
    Now you dead bitch, think I'ma cry, cocksuckers

    [Chorus - 2x]

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