Always Ready

All my dogs are ready, all my money, made it I got choppers right sitting in the trunk They always ready They been asking where I'm goin' Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it I swear, this is not an image, dog I'm really fucking wit' it Said I'm really fucking wit' it if They ever wanna get it All that bullshit they be talking Tell them they can go forget it What I told 'em? Don't f*ck with me Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free Drought came back around, I upped the fee (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) They been asking where I'm goin' Told 'em I'll be back again Had to violate parole Got me fresh up out the pen Never ever got a letter Never ever had a friend Only wishing things were better but These problems never end Juvie life, I been thuggin' like, "F*ck it" When push come to shove You won't ever see me budgin' I'm known to hold some grudges I act like I'm the toughest Really started from the bottom, man I used to have nothin' I put money on my neck I put money on my wrist I put diamonds in my rings so I got money on my fist I'm known to flip a couple bricks, I swear I'm really with this shit Feeling like I'm Weezy Baby, tell 'em "Get it how you live" I get 25 bowls, and 25 hunnid Make at least 50 Breaking 20 like it's nothin' Man, I told 'em they ain't ready I'm the white 2Pac, tell 'em call me Joseveli, ah! They been asking where I'm goin' Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it I swear, this is not an image, dog I'm really fucking wit' it Said I'm really fucking wit' it if They ever wanna get it All that bullshit they be talking Tell them they can go forget it What I told 'em? Don't f*ck with me Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free Drought came back around, I upped the fee Yeah Ok, there's money in my pocket Feel like Bishop Don Juan In love with myself Don't need no bitch to put Vuitton on Can't trust none of these hoes That's why you gon' rock the condom I just Rick Owen my shoes and Jeans and you in Sean John I got pills busting out the jaw And some I'm gone on And my Asian bitch like doing Freaky shit with Wonton You don't score none for you team You should go get some pompoms I just counted up twelve Racks in dirty dollars, i'm John I got bitches calling up my phone from four Five years ago You got music you been dropping daily No one hears it though that's a shame I just did Black Sheep 2 And that was 40 shows I got paid in every city Made some fans and fucked some hoes Make my calculated moves You been shooting in the dark Don't talk 'bout my mixtape, that's no music That's my heart All my bitches loud as f*ck like That shit I just sparked I don't do not talking I just let my money talk They been asking where I'm goin' Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it I swear, this is not an image, dog I'm really fucking wit' it Said I'm really fucking wit' it if They ever wanna get it All that bullshit they be talking Tell them they can go forget it What I told 'em? Don't f*ck with me Got the bands in my pocket, they stuck to me Whole clique really 'bout it, sucka free Drought came back around, I upped the fee (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) There he in the boot Caskey smoking on a blunt Swear to God we with this shit And most you pussies wanna front (On God) I got tats on my face (They ask if I'm a killer) Bitch, I run it like the working I'm a driller on a pill or maybe two How I'm feeling? What 'bout you? I think I'm the fucking man Now what you think I'm tryna do? Scooby Do in need of you, 'cause you You need a clue Put the chicken in a stew and I put you in a stew, eh Used to watch, watch us shoot needles Always talking to the Devil Someone say I'm evil tryna feed my people Treat others like we equal But to me I'm part one and I ain't never like the sequels I was born to raise Hell in a cell Give 'em Hell, all my life say "F*ck twelve!" man, my wrist on froze My Camaro candy red and it's sitting on fo's Bitch! They been asking where I'm goin' Tell 'em I'll be gone to get it I swear, this is not an image, dog I'm really fucking wit' it Said I'm really fucking wit' it if They ever wanna get it All that bullshit they be talking Tell them they can go forget it All my dogs are ready, all my money, made it I got choppers right sitting in the trunk They always ready All my dogs are ready, all you suckers petty We just counted up so much money in cash We always ready