T.I. - Ready Set Go (Remix) lyrics

[T.I.] [Hook] Hut one, Hut two two Ready set go Make these n***as get right Or get low Hut one, hut two two Ready set go Make these n***as get right Or get low Get low, get low or get right right Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla k**er k** for the villa Big Mike Big Mike [k**er Mike] [Verse 1] I know these streets bout tired of this weak sh** Your style been ran through like a freak b**h The p**y club got you angered with your frequent Ed Hardy a** n***a and ya sequins Might as well shop at Victoria Secret Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" sh** Rent due and y'all n***as delinquent You better find another n***a to link with Cause the n***a you link with is a lie fool I used to bully that monkey n***a in high school Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool I get my work on, and get my flirt on I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em I say f** 'em he a p**y put a skirt on 'em [T.I.] [Hook] [Big Boi] [Verse 2] n***a, how it's gonna bet bigger? With that n***a the B-I-G and the microphone k**er Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler 'Less I'm filling your broad up with n***a I drill her while you finger prick her That means she barely feel a thang when you hit her Boy, drop this thangs like a sabre-tooth tigger, or tiger The prehistoric rap writer And I'm a keep my foot on the neck on all these non-rhyming sack biters The golden arm Johnny Unitas rap titan Boy, your life is like Sterling silver it needs a little shining Steadily styling on you s**as like a hairdo Beauty parlor rapping-a** n***as, we say, "how dare you?" I can't stand you You making the game soft like a ??? I'm blowing this b**h down like I'm Hurrican Andrew It's Dungeon Family and my man's too Grind Time/Grand Hustle, f**er we will drag you [T.I.] [Hook] [k**er Mike] [Verse 3] I'm the product, of the age of narcotta Which means I'm dope like the pills you swallow Down by law I lead don't follow Grind time, grand hustle live for the gualla I remain in the game to break lames off Some of them sensitive and some too soft The hood been forced to f** with y'all by default But now the truth here the bullsh** cuts off This is real homie, no fake, no filler One hundred percent grade A k**er Something like the b**h that I keep in Villa Rica But I'ma be quiet ‘cause they might Mike Vick ya Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile Smoking one deep homie cause I don't f** with you Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official [T.I.] Lets go lets go Grand hustle Money on our mind And we ain't going down s**er And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead s**er [Hook]