we`re ready made niggaz
all about our paper
we want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese
(Spice 1)
It`s bossalini, fetty chico, the nigga that`ll split your phillie
and roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke ya
fuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug you
I see you with your bitch 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 killer, thug nigga
got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers
chrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinks
niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas, it ain`t mad at me
they want to grab they niggas Nine and blast at me
you`re livin on your own gun, nigga now how can that be?
that you`re a bangin-ass nigga that can`t even bring the heat
see I`m a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cash
drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass
and it`s like that while you bitch niggas is fakin
on the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating
like you`s a big baller, we fuck with G`s and thugs
O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love
so fuck the bullshit, you niggas wanna pull dick up on a dick bitch
but love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black chris
that`s why I keep my eyes open and stay focused
cause I`m the nigga you love to hate plus I`m the dopest
still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations
while you bitch niggas hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it`s on
(chorus)
(Que)
got no love for the niggas that`s don`t understandin
I`m a real nigga, 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 killa cali thug nigga 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 niggas in the dust
we`re makin big moves, doin big things
I`m amused to niggas hate that shit, ain`t gon never fuckin change
niggas 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 niggas on another page stressin
don`t hate me, hate the game nigga
I`m all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G`s nigga
(chorus)
scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
we`re ready made niggas
all about our paper
spice 1, black C, Mr.Que
ready made niggaz
we`re `bout it, `bout it
