Hell Rell - Get Ready lyrics

Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas Dipset! They just turned my mic up, can you hear me now? I just got my j**elry cleaned, can you see me now? Haha good Y'all n***as better get ready, for a early grave that is! Yeah, yeah I'm living by the Mafia rules like Gotti would I go broke, do a s** tape with Meagan Good Then sell it to Hollywood Competition they all die n***a you the fall guy Baby I'm the big potato, he's a small fry Got money, I ain't gotta front on you I let you keep your chain, remember I got one on you That's your crew? They ain't tough, they gon' run on you I need a guinea pig, let me test my gun on you See I could show you where to cop the white and get the tan You getting money, don't forget your man You flood your bezel, don't forget the band If rap was wrestling then I'm Vince McMahon My lil homie just got initiated and he gotta eat something just to show me he ready And motherf**er you looking like spaghetti I'm perfect-timing with the diamonds so you know you gotta VVS me I'm outta this world girl, you can't GPS me [Chorus] Get ready my n***a, get ready I told you that I'm coming for the fetti So n***a get ready Jason, Michael Myers, Freddy f** them I'm more scary So n***a get ready Fully loaded (and) I'm rolling (and) I'm focused (but) You know this Get ready n***a, n***a get ready Get ready n***a, n***a get ready Look in my closet I'm gun crazy You need that Piff? I got quarters for a buck and the halfs is 180 Ounce is 360 and a pound 55 I ain't worried 'bout rap money, n***as gon' give me mine Reminiscing way back on the old times The block was a gold mine Now it's all flooded with Pro 9 I walk in the precinct, briefcase full of bucks And tell the lieutenant "make sure the chief get his cut!" f**, it was either hip-hop or a lifer's bid I was running through 50 house when it was Tyson's crib Mike and Robin Givens sniffing in the kitchen Bentley, new edition That's the Johnny Gill car k**a Cam got me popping Got 'em Rocky watching Made a hundred grand off Oxycontins Caught a mill off the diesel and the Perc Man I don't wanna talk fam I just wanna see you in the dirt Get ready! [Chorus] You need me in your life Yeah you need me in your life What would the gangstas do I stop breathing on the mic? How would the hustlers feel I stop speaking 'bout the white? Prolly stop selling hard and get regular jobs Make history, make a lot of money n***a won't I? Make this gangsta sh** look real good don't I? I'm the reason you ain't got no respect for these city cops The reason you put a little pep in your diddy-bop Ask your CEO and the label that hired you You came in the game after Ruger, I inspired you And if you say that ain't the truth, you liar you I helped you talk flyer You ain't know about that 911 drop, because of me you a Porsche driver I helped you love rap So where the love at? Everyday these n***as criticize me but tell me What would the game be without me? Get ready!