Ready Set Go (Remix)

[Hook: T.I.] Hut one, Hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Hut one, hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Get low, get low or get right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1: Killer Mike] I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit Your style been ran through like a freak bitch The pussy club got you angered with your frequent Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins Might as well shop at Victoria's Secret Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" shit Rent due and y'all niggas delinquent You better find another nigga to link with Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool I used to bully that monkey nigga 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 fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 2: Big Boi] Nigga, how it's gonna bet bigger? With that nigga the B-I-G and the microphone killer Jack The Ripper all thriller, no filler 'Less I'm filling your broad up with nigga 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 suckas like a hairdo Beauty parlor rapping-ass niggas, we say, "how dare you?" I can't stand you You making the game soft like a bed do I'm blowing this bitch down like I'm Hurricane Andrew It's Dungeon Family and my man's too Grind Time/Grand Hustle, fucker we will drag you [Hook: T.I.] [Verse 3: Killer Mike] 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 fuck with y’all by default But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off This is real homie, no fake, no filler One hundred percent grade A killer Something like the bitch 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 fuck with you Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official [Outro: T.I.] Lets go lets go Grand hustle Money on our mind And we ain't going down sucker And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker [Hook T.I.]