Que - Ready Made n***az lyrics

We're ready made n***as All about our paper We want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese (Spice 1) It's bossalini, fetty chico, the n***a that'll split your phillie And roll your a** up like a sack of coke and smoke ya f** ya, never loved ya, know your a** for years and still smug you I see you with your b**h 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 k**er, thug n***a Got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers Chrome trucks and diamond links, hella b**hes and hella drinks n***as 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***as on another page All about our paper ain't a damn 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***as, it ain't mad at me They want to grab they n***as Nine and blast at me You're livin on your own gun, n***a now how can that be? That you're a bangin-a** n***a that can't even bring the heat See I'm a own man, co*k my own Nine, make my own cash Drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own gra** And it's like that while you b**h n***as is fakin On the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating Like you's a big baller, we f** with G's and thugs O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love So f** the bullsh**, you n***as wanna pull dick up on a dick b**h But love to pump your gums about who f**in with black chris That's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused Cause I'm the n***a you love to hate plus I'm the dopest Still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations While you b**h n***as hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on (chorus) (Que) Got no love for the n***as that's don't understandin I'm a real n***a, 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 k**a cali thug n***a 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***as in the dust We're makin big moves, doin big things I'm amused to n***as hate that sh**, ain't gon never f**in change n***as 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***as on another page stressin Don't hate me, hate the game n***a I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's n***a (chorus) Scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese We're ready made n***as All about our paper Spice 1, black C, Mr.Que Ready made n***as We're 'bout it, 'bout it