Slaughterhouse - Y'all Ready Know Lyrics
[Intro:]Yo, yo, yoThis your man Royce Da 5'9"This your dude Crooked IMan, Jump off Joe BeezyIt's Joell Ortiz[Hook: Joell Ortiz]Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]Little n****s get your weight up f**k y'all, pay upMy bars just as slick as my d**k and both stay upNicer than me, say what? Wait up, straight upI finish n****s right off the bat like a layupI seen a lot of come, I seen a lot of goBut y'all know where I'm from, B-are double OYou know the rest pimpin', yeah, I was bred differentHere come pops with the ny bop, you know, the leg limpin'My ice mug frozen till it's stiffGrimy n***a, might wanna hold onto your b***hI got a way with women, I faithfully play with womenLet 'em suck on this bottle and pray that I throw a baby in 'emI might just throw 'em a gold frontsPour up a cup of E & J and light up a dro bluntI was never soft, never saw me flinchin' when they lettin' offNever had to retaliate cause I set it off[Hook: Joell Ortiz]Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9]Ya'll know my name, b***h, never change up my languageI'm just a rich n***a from a city that's bankruptFirst we take oathThen I'm pulling turquoise strings in my Lebron corks In Turks and CaicosI came from wicked chair fame wearin' short setsI learned that money can't buy happinessBut I decided I'd rather do all my cryin' in the CorvetteMake a dollar, buy a suitHave a child, and have 'em follow suitWavin' that weatherchange thingsMake the winter fall, coming through with everything to loseTaking everything from you knowLet him finish his fall in his drawsAnd pray that he land on that minute hand in my HublotI'm about that Art Of War gospelThat Basquiat Picasso drawing a roscoeUsing the blood of a usual thug who was told die slowYour money on me, bet it all, you know I'mma set it off[Hook: Joell Ortiz]Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse[Verse 3: Joe Budden]Let's skip the small talk and get right to the wealthTruth is I give a f**k, but it's right to myselfF**k fame, keep the s**t I write to myselfIf what I do is therapeutic, man, the slightest s**t helpsMade angel dust my freshman yearGave it a try, cool, little did I knewHad the wrong meaning of high schoolTeachers called him a sociopath and a liarF**k them, only went to class for the cyphersNow I'm gettin' bills forThe same thinking they tried to prescribe pills forThey said I needed a wrench, I'm a loose s***wVital, suicidal, said I would kill mi amourWasn't speakin' in French, said I'd let it offNever know who or what you might getMain reason they never want me to set it offYou now dealing with four n****s that's never offAll bets off, so nah, you won't be better off[Hook: Joell Ortiz]Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse[Verse 4: Crooked I]Jewish tats arm on my arm like a Semitic bossEgyptian art hanging, uh, that's my Kemetic crossSlaughterhouse set it offEven got b*****s wavin' our flag, Betsy RossOld school Chevy, the head is offDecapitated ImpalaHeavy lack from the weight of the llamaStill bear arms like a shaven koalaHow you thinkin' like a faded neurology studentIs prudent when chasin' a dollarSo never mind, a clever rhymeI'd rather find a better grind, forever timesSittin' behind me because I'm ahead of mineIn this era I'm livin' outside of the paradigmI'm comin' outside with a pair of dimesSharon and CarolineShare a line then they share a 9 inch, never mindI probably shouldn't even keep goingCause these rappers keep hoein' with their teeth showingI set it off[Hook: Joell Ortiz]Ya'll ready, ya'll ready, y'all ready know, Slaughterhouse
