Cell Ready

[Intro: Juicy J] Man this volcano bag get you high as fuck Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane, Its time man you know Finna get the whole world high man Let them feel these side effects This shit finna be deadly bruh [Chorus: Juicy J] Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get deadly They gon' have to get my cell ready Play with my paper, this shit gon' get deadly They gon' have to get my cell ready Short me on my dope, this shit gon' get deadly They gon' have to get my cell ready Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon' get deadly They gon' have to get my cell ready [Verse: Juicy J & Wiz Khalifa] What these niggas on,, hand me my chrome Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send them home Smoke em' like a bong, then its back to counting money when I'm stoned Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and they'll never leave you alone My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your dome Off with your head, bitch I'm a king I got shooters with 2's protecting my throne One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real nigga I cannot be cloned I'm filthy rich still don't let a penny go I be up all night like I'm Arsenio Freaky bitches take the dick in any whole Now they famous cause they in my video Who you foolin' I don't buy I don't judge I just go off vibes When I touch the sky then hop in this ride Taylor Gang nigga we don't die This world is mine I delete you guys We all tryna eat we don't need your kind And get that cash but family first Be prepared to grind nigga put in work Fuck nigga what would you do for this ice You think its really worth losing your life How bad you want stripes, my young niggas killers If I give the word then they smashing you niggas Bunch of youngins' coming from a broken home Slanging rock n roll but ain't no rolling stone Streets welcome niggas in with open arms If I catch the charge I'm a post a bond You god damn right I'm a certified boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I overdose You don't want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too busy tryna make a fucking village Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really bout they business I got niggas with me don't got any feelings They just really wit it, they just into killing Hard as hell on the internet but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons My money long and my passport got more stamps then a nigga mail It ain't a problem if I catch a body then I'm heading over seas I'll never see a sail nigga! MAFIA GANG!