mr.tac - aint ready lyrics
i don’t really i don’t really think they ready
rappers talk tomato sauce we call spaghetti
i’m repping from new york you know we keep it steady
i’m straight up out the bronx you know we drop it heavy
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em we go body build them
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em ain’t no bottle tipping
i’m on that triple money sack you never get your money back
you know i flip my money back i always get up on the track
i’m on that harlem diplomat we bout to make our money back
you know they call me mr.tac i’m bout to make that money stack
you want to know about it come and see me though
i still be on the ave right by the domino’s
and n-gga’s in my hood they still don’t talk to much
i’m talking east 180th 1-7 4th
he didn’t see it coming till the gun went off
reality this rap style is straight new york
i never even mumble i don’t know bout that
i only state the fact’s no give it back we on the map
i’m on that triple money sack you never get your money back
you know i flip my money back i always get up on the track
i’m on that harlem diplomat we bout to make our money back
you know they call me mr.tac i’m bout to make that money stack
i don’t really i don’t really think they ready
rappers talk tomato sauce we call spaghetti
i’m repping from new york you know we keep it steady
i’m straight up out the bronx you know we drop it heavy
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em we go body build them
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em ain’t no bottle tipping
i’m on that triple money sack you never get your money back
you know i flip my money back i always get up on the track
i’m on that harlem diplomat we bout to make our money back
you know they call me mr.tac i’m bout to make that money stack
you wanna know about it you go have to tell me
i been repping drop-zone since in my mama’s belly
i been living on my own had to rock with telly’s
plus i done a couple tours then i caught a felly
had to start from the bottom put my life in it
i had the knife in it kid’s and my wife in it
i had the i in it five nine to five with it
you know i rise in it nice got her pie dripping
i’m on that triple money sack you never get your money back
you know i flip my money back i always get up on the track
i’m on that harlem diplomat we bout to make our money back
you know they call me mr.tac i’m bout to make that money stack
i don’t really i don’t really think they ready
rappers talk tomato sauce we call spaghetti
i’m repping from new york you know we keep it steady
i’m straight up out the bronx you know we drop it heavy
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em we go body build them
i’m uh get em i’m uh get em i’m uh get em (i’m uh get em)
he go rip em she go feel em ain’t no bottle tipping
i’m on that triple money sack you never get your money back
you know i flip my money back i always get up on the track
i’m on that harlem diplomat we bout to make our money back
you know they call me mr.tac i’m bout to make that money stack
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