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we been ready - sugarhill keem lyrics

[intro: blockwork & sugarhill keem]
grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh (grahh)
everything dead, move look (war’s too nasty)
suck my d*ck
everything dead (grahh, grahh)
smokin’ all deads (jayrip, grahh, grahh)
turn me up, aye
grahh (kdub, grahh)
grahh, move look, grahh (everything dead, n*gga)
move look, grahh
everything dead (hah, hah, hah, ah, grahh)
mr. move look himself, n*gga (grahh, grahh, grahh)
move, look, hah, huh

[verse 1: sugarhill keem & blockwork]
smokin’ on blay, stupid n*gga tuff
you alright? something is wrong
totin’ on move, so you better run
see dougie, put him in a blunt
ebk b*tch, you feelin’ like melly?
b*tch, come slide, ’cause i’m totin’ on kelly
we don’t beef with no rats, man i’m talkin’ ’bout jeli
dougie got shot on his way to a telly
c blu, i’m lookin’ for you
i said dougie, lookin’ for you too
smokin’ y’all deads, y’all gettin’ it too
i’m smokin’, all, deads
and you not the king of the bronx, what the f*ck is you on?
the sh*t you be sayin’ be fakе in ya songs
i’m not a rapper, i smoke your mans, put his name in a song (lotti)
evеrything dead, i said what i said (n*gga)
see kay, i’ma knock off his head
i’m mr. move look, i’m smokin’ ya deads
your b*tch wanna rump, told her, “get on my bed”
i ain’t beefin’ ’bout nothin’, that’s petty
two twin blocks gon’ burn in your belly
don’t cap, you ain’t up it in and pop like confetti (grahh, grahh)
n*gga, how you my opp and you never met me? (n*gga, what the f*ck is goin’ on)
grahh, grahh, grahh
who bri? put d*ck in her belly
move, like (shake, shake, shake, bri, bri)
who bri? put d*ck in her belly (bri, bri)
grahh, grahh, grahh (grahh, grahh, grahh)
i’m with keem, and we smokin’ on all deads
we spin the opps at like 4:10
and these n*ggas ain’t ever outside (where they at?)
i send a shot, hope a lil’ n*gga die
[bridge: sugarhill keem & blockwork]
every, thing, dead (dead)
smokin’, all, deads (grahh)
move, look, grahh

[verse 2: sugarhill keem & blockwork]
set da trend, i’m smokin’ ya pops
they know my name, mr. up it and flock (rrah, rrah)
when i back out my knocks, i ain’t stop for no cops (bussin)
geek off a perc if i see an opp, and so is my knock
it’s o to the o, if you throw up a g, you get shot
grahh, grahh (grahh, grahh), if you throw up a g, you get shot
this b*tch wanna rump, this b*tch tryna move, look
i said, “take off your shoes”, look
she like, “keem, just teach me the move look”
grahh, grahh, grahh
like, how many opps done died?
jb, lotti, chico, fries
perc 30 my body, might spin with the 9
give her d*ck, then i tell her, “goodbye”
i’m cl!ckin’ for caine, this sh*t got no safety (n*gga)
n*gga lied if he said that he chased me (look)
me and block, we totin’ on casey (grahh)
on the sev’ and i been here to go back
word to bro, if he up, i’ma throw back
wake up everyday, smoke blay
me and keem too deep, n*ggas know we don’t play, grahh
smoke blay, or get out the room
she like, “move, i’m smokin’ him too”
she like, “who you”
mr. move, i shake up the room
jb, marky, restin’ in p*ss
on gang, get shot if he 280 crip
geek off the meds, might shoot out the whip
that n*gga dancin’, get off our d*cks, grahh
smoke blay, or get out the room
she like, “move, i’m smokin’ him too”
she like, “who you”
mr. move, i shake up the room
jb, marky, restin’ in p*ss
on gang, get shot if he 280 crip
geek off the meds, might shoot out the whip
that n*gga dancin’, get off our d*cks, grahh
[outro: sugarhill keem & blockwork]
smokin’ all deads, n*gga (grahh, grahh boom, n*gga)
grahh, grahh
war’s too nasty

- sugarhill keem lyrics

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