Ready For Whateva

By Project Pat

On Walkin’ Bank Roll

Released on October 30, 2007

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[Intro: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

Get the fuck up! Yes sir

Yes sir

Project Pat!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Hypnotize Minds!

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

C'mon!


[Chorus]

We strapped, we hot

We strapped, we hot

We strapped━ We strapped

We strapped━ We strapped

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That’s why I always pack extra clips

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That's why I always pack extra clips


[Verse 1]

What you lookin' at, punk? (whatcha lookin’ at?), you wanna get some?

I got the dual slug loaded in my shotty-gun

The double-barreled kind, black tape around the butt

It'll put a hole in you like a glazed donut (Glah!)

I got it in the car, the drink got your lips tossed (Talkin' bout you boy)

I'm beatin' gashes in your head like a sunroof

A young nigga's only dreams was sellin' keys of doe

I got the weed and the chopper with the breather holes

Talkin' ’bout me and my niggas? I can see you, though

In VIP we smokin’ purp and drinkin' plenty more

Shootin’ guns in the lot like a rocket (Come and it my nig')

If niggas wanna fight, we can pitbull lock it!


[Chorus]

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That's why I always pack extra clips

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That's why I always pack extra clips


[Verse 2]

Pistol packin’, never slackin', suckas get a head-crackin'

Purple smoker, dollar folder, body get a lead smackin'

From the bullets, when I pull it out, squeeze trigger back

Coward did a lot of talk, 40 blew the nigga's back

All to pieces, never see us, North North, straight beastses

Outgunnin', never runnin', mari-a-juana leafes

Jealousy never ceases, breath smell like some feces

Bark like a wolf, but your heart like some straight misses

Hood, rep in the air, throw some bows, throw a chair

Security and police up in here, pimpin', we don't care

A nigga violate, we gon' serve him on a platter

Banana clip cocked, and the K bullets scatter


[Chorus]

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We strapped, we hot, we ready for whatever

We ready for whatever, we ready for whatever

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That's why I always pack extra clips

Sometime these niggas like to extra trip

That's why I always pack extra clips