Ready made niggaz lyrics

Artist  : Spice 1 
Song : Ready made niggaz
 
feat. Black C, Que

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