Kuniva - You Ready? lyrics
[Kuniva - You Ready? lyrics]
Are are are are you, you ready
Ready ready ready ready
This is the sound of retribution
A million niggas shootin’
And those who failed to pay restitution
Abusing the booth, beating the mic up
Crushing the headphones
Proof is looking down at niggas
Knowing they dead wrong
But, I’ma take my place as
Being one of the coldest
Grief and guilt riding my
Shoulders from losing soldiers
My family, my father, my cousin, my aunt
My brother in law
Numb at the funeral sitting at the front
Meditating in deep thought
So many real ones going young
I see a lot of cowards with weak heart
But God said the Meek shall inherit the land
The trials and the tribulations
It betters a man
So here I stand as a student, an artist a fan
Dealing with fake muthafuckers one
Wave of the hand
Could end it all when you look in
That mirror you ashamed as hell
Like Proof said time will tell
And I will prevail
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
Yo, I put my heart and soul into my group
Niggas did came up but behind closed
Doors how low did they stoop
I been the same
Just a little paranoid from the game
Always taking different routes home
Speeding through lanes
Yo I lied, I did change for the better
Learned to shoot the Beretta
From my left hand
In case the right one is messed up
Staying vest up for the haters
That try to test us
Moms picking caskets, obituaries pressed up
God bless the child who holds his own
He who holds his family down
And totes the chrome
I came from a broken home, my hope was gone
I’m done playing games like all
Of my tokens gone
Kuniva the rider the bullet supplier
Bumping some Led Zeppelin
Feeling some lead zipping through your body
And annihilate a nigga
One of the truest who ever done it
Who really run it in the D keep it 100
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
Let's Get it On!
You Ready?
Ready ready ready ready
This is the sound of retribution
A million niggas shootin’
And those who failed to pay restitution
Abusing the booth, beating the mic up
Crushing the headphones
Proof is looking down at niggas
Knowing they dead wrong
But, I’ma take my place as
Being one of the coldest
Grief and guilt riding my
Shoulders from losing soldiers
My family, my father, my cousin, my aunt
My brother in law
Numb at the funeral sitting at the front
Meditating in deep thought
So many real ones going young
I see a lot of cowards with weak heart
But God said the Meek shall inherit the land
The trials and the tribulations
It betters a man
So here I stand as a student, an artist a fan
Dealing with fake muthafuckers one
Wave of the hand
Could end it all when you look in
That mirror you ashamed as hell
Like Proof said time will tell
And I will prevail
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
Yo, I put my heart and soul into my group
Niggas did came up but behind closed
Doors how low did they stoop
I been the same
Just a little paranoid from the game
Always taking different routes home
Speeding through lanes
Yo I lied, I did change for the better
Learned to shoot the Beretta
From my left hand
In case the right one is messed up
Staying vest up for the haters
That try to test us
Moms picking caskets, obituaries pressed up
God bless the child who holds his own
He who holds his family down
And totes the chrome
I came from a broken home, my hope was gone
I’m done playing games like all
Of my tokens gone
Kuniva the rider the bullet supplier
Bumping some Led Zeppelin
Feeling some lead zipping through your body
And annihilate a nigga
One of the truest who ever done it
Who really run it in the D keep it 100
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
You ready, you ready you ready, you ready
Let's Get it On!
You Ready?