Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Yall Aint Ready ft Livin Proof lyrics

rate me

My west coast niggas official

You heard that them cali killers will clip you

Catch you slipping up my circle of boss niggas'll fix you

And my Brooklyn New York shit ain’t an issue, oh

Cause it’s only this living proof that I give you

Hold up, hold up

Let me back this shit up one time

Get these niggas this heavy promotion shit

Y’all ain’t pulling them hammers up

It’s 718562, catch a 18738 park up your coup

Yeah, this cold shit, we hustle in stars

Locked up stoop, touch the law when they roll

Move fast, cops gonn’ shoot, oh

And that ain’t only that coop that coop a project shit

But ah, we got joint, you hit a martian with

Make you lean like they do in Dallas, ...

Fly your head like Canadians on some hockey shit

Ny long beach, the mob...

My nigga dice told me just booked the flight

I’m charged up, paid for D boy shit, my whole squad tough

Chilly city, heavy promotions, get your arms up

You feel the fire when I light the flame

That 40 cal shine like I let the rifle aim

I’m a neighbour to my speech, I mean I live by my words

Mama raised me in the streets baby crib by the curb

Still sagging in the baggy pants to hold my hammer

Call it my hammer pants

When I blam the ratchet you bastards dance

Put cheese on your head, no packers fan

From Cali to Pakistan, I roll around with sick niggas

Ambulance

Living proof, fuck with your cali fam

New York city been real, since it was called New Amsterdam

I keep it candid man, you say you’re going ham

Can it man, now you a can of spam

Faggot scram!

I keep 2 women on the side, I’m in the middle like an en percent

From the city by the sea and ...

Yeah the shoot gang is typhoons, dig it

Our music is so vivid I call it iTunes

Yeah, y’all small, tiny, miniature, minor

We real big, real spit, authentic supplier

Put out the APB homie my mind is lost

How could I think twice about suiting you

When I mind these thoughts

No time for talk

Yo I fire that steel

I’m a honest boss so I fire at will

You just a poser nigga you don’t pose a threat

You a actor, you should be on the set, on the set

Shoe Gang!

We gets it in, like no one can

Blaze our arms once we raise our arms

Like a show of hands

You want fame out I’ll give you the slugs

Put your face on the news, give you some puffs

You want your own line of clothes, I’ll send you some slubs

Put your name on a shirt, after in loving memory of

I still got chunks of the last cool that wanted beef in my teeth

I’m a beast, you can view it in my tweets

Your flow is choppy but fluid is my speech

You can call my spit drool, cause I do it in my sleep

Y’all ain’t ready

From my finger to my shoe strings,

Nigga this is shoe gang

Repping crip or blood, that’s why I’m spitting blue flame

My ratchet your bitch, my dodger, fitted

They all 3 blue brains,

Call the street in the new range

Niggas know I’m keepin a weapon on my waist

I draw with the first hand and the second hand a trace

Hand over hand it’s what I call crossfire

Y’all, all expire when I step into the place

In the flesh like a heroine needle,

Or shake when I americanee you

I speak fluid flu and malaria meas

I’m rarest disease you

I’m a fallout, you barely the measles

Turn a pair of police into paraplegics

Derenger seeks you

In a wheel chair, the sheriff, the sequel

Dry snitching ain’t fly,

Fry and fly, apparently equal

Desert n eagle, long beach is resident evil, nigga

Kenny’s in the forefront, y’all in the back like scoliosis

Grindin, the dough that I’m folding is old as moses

Stay high, the dope that I’m smoking is over potent

It’s bout as green as the hocus but even more strong than Hogan

I’m stand up but I ain’t close to joking

When toaster holting, I’m quick draw

You internet dial-up, slow at loading

I’ll let my chrome explode and hurt your lungs

Like Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis!

Yeah, I eat emcees, bring me more

And see me gorge,

I’m frozen, fire, something you ain’t never seen before

I told myself I’ma quit drinking but I fiend for more

I keep on fucking with spirits like a ouiji-board

Yeah, yeah, eyes low look like I’m half sleep

Leaning so far look like I’m driving from the back seat

I pack heat, blow my tool, you get your soul removed

I put your body on my arms like I’m holding you

Y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready to hit the streets

Y’all ain’t ready for the war, y’all ain’t ready for my team

Y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready to mob pop

Hob heavy promotion, front get popped up

Y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready for east coast shit

West coast shit, botch coast the best coast

Y’all ain’t ready, y’all ain’t ready

This right here some real street shit

Let’s keep it all rap

Y’all don’t want no beef shit

Y’all ain’t ready.

Thanks to 321BLAOW for correcting these lyrics