Ready Set Go (Remix) [feat. T.I. & Big Boi]

Hey! Okay, okay The world ain't ready! Get him! Get ready, let's go homeboys N—-a ball in your court, my n—-a take that shot man, let's get it man You gon' respect this hustle! 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 killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike Get low get low Or get right right Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit Ya style been ran thru like a freak bitch Da pussy club got ya angered wit ya frequent Ed Hardy ass nigga in 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 deliquent Ya better find anotha nigga to link wit Cause the nigga you link wit 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 I said fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 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 killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike Get low get low Or get right right Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike N—-a how it's gonna get bigger Wit that n—-a the B-I-G and the microphone killa Jack the ripper, all thriller, no filler Less i'm feeling your bra up With a snicker, i drill her while you finger prick her That means she barely feel a thing when you hit her Boy, I drop these fangs like a saber tooth tigger Or tiger, the prehistoric rap-writer And imma keep my foot on the neck On all of these non-rhyming sack fighters The golden arm, Johnny Unitas, rap titan Boy, your life is like sterling silver: it needs a little shining Steady styling on you suckers like a hairdo Beauty parlor rapping ass n—-as, 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 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 killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike Get low, get low or get right right Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big 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 gualla I remain in the game to break lames off Some of them sensitive and some too soft The hood been forced to fuck wit 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 Somethin' like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica But imma be quiet, cause they might Mike Vick ya Might catch Mike wit a light Mike Vicka Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle Smokin' one deep homie, cause I dont fuck wit cha Sincerely from the hustlin' grind time official And grind time, that grand hustle Money on our mind and we ain't goin down sucka And grind time, and grand hustle Send em here, got em here boy let the king sucker 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 killa kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike Get low, get low Or get right, right Holla kill kill from the villa Big Mike, Big Mike Outta field n—-a! Bankhead sucka! Zone one through Zone four, n—-a Zone six as well homeboy, you know what's happenin' Yeah, yeah The niggas who 'posed to been runnin' this shit Done started runnin' this shit patna You understand? Mothafucka ain't nothin you can do about it homie Ya betta muh fuckin keep ya lunch money In ya goddamn wastebasket n—-a! Y'all already know n—-a Tuck yo chains when come around the muh fuckin' block patna Think i'm playin?!