We Ready

Yea
Dem fi know
Yo Craig... Weh Yuh deh pon?
Let's do this, let's get it
For real
Yeah! Da River, Warminister, I got ya
Ha ha
Kingston, Jamaica, let's do this
Uh!

Fresh out da building, fresh off da corner
Fresh in da streets, you can crown me if you wanna
Uh!
I'm da king homie
40 carats on da charm, I bling homie
Where you been homie?
In da streets all day trying to get that gwap
To da streets I pray trying to duck them shots
I'm maintaining dawg, Cry Nation all day... Let's do this, uh
Me and my crew hungry
Ain't nothing in this world like new money
So where da brinks at?
Ready to sink that
Real talk homie... let's do this, uh
It's like nothing to kill a man
Niggaz get murdered for that white shit, ten kilograms
I cry tears at nights and I'm still a man
Thousand pounds guerilla man
Yea, uh
Niggaz lacking vision, niggaz lacking trust
Niggaz lacking hope, heart filled with lust
What's love? I don't know nigga! Cry Nation, that's us
Yea
I put my heart on da line so my niggaz could ride
I never thought that niggaz could die
G4 in da sky
Tell da angels that niggaz could fly
Getting off this corner, gotta say goodbye
And I'm
Yea! Warminister, let's do this
I'm back in da building, ready to die
26 on that whip, ready to ride
Anger in my heart, blood in my eyes
Pussy niggaz get pushed to da side
Let dem die
Yea
I got my stunnas on
Motherfuckas got my Hummer chromed
Lifestyle got da sickest stones
I got a bitch at home
I call her ms. patron
High as a motherfucka, can't leave that bitch alone
I got paper to burn cause I'm a live nigga
Fuck with Kay then you gon die nigga
Let da 4, 5 hit ya
Throwing dirt on my picture cause I don't ride with ya
Uh
Look at them rocs that I got
There's rats on da block
Fake crews get clapped
Fake crews get back
Real G's gon ball
On da way to da top, real G's never fall
Got chips for y'all
Kay be on it
Y'all don't want it with da young black hornet
On his way to stardom
Makin moves in Queens, stacking chips in Harlem
My chain so blue and my wrist orange
And we still balling
Ho's still calling
Hennessey in da cup, yellow piss pouring
Rest in peace Terry, pour some criss for him
I miss you nigga and this shit's boring
I got you in my heart homie
Give ya family anything they want homie
You my nigga from da start homie
And I got ya!

Yea, uh!
Da River, Warminister, Kingston Jamaica
Yeah! That's how we do it
Fo real, Queens, New York!
Yea, got this, we here
Cry Nation, yea
Wassup Zalla, Craig, It's all good, I'm here
Cry Nation
Ikay, That's my name niggaz
Get used to it
Ha ha ha