We Ready lyrics

[Verse 1: Edai]
I say 6-0 gang sh*t
Famous make you famous
Justblow in the cut, you can't tell [?]
Breezy got the tool and ya man when he spray sh*t
Dotarachi with me too, bet he on the same sh*t
Gang sh*t, all my n*ggas real, ain't no lame sh*t
Only one, gone get this money, f*ck the fame sh*t
Came with my day ones, we ain't never change sh*t
Started getting money, now i speak a different language
600 just 600 b*tch, no we not the same clique
Due to the fame, n*ggas changed, but i can't switch
It's really true, I know they want us to lose
But we really came from nothing, we got nothing to lose

[Verse 2: S Dot]
Im from the 6, where you can't stop on them corners
Everyday a body drop and that's normal
Grew up in that city, had to tote, only option is murder
Why the f*ck you on the block with no purpose
And so my n*ggas gone, and ain't getting sent back
So we riding with them pipes tryna get our lick back
Team 600, ain't no stopping a semi, bro'nem still on the block with them glizzys
We ready for em, man these n*ggas took my bro and they feel it for him
Get that call, heard they lackin then we headed to em
060 we official, put a hole in that boy like a window
n*ggas sneaky talk, whats the issue
Ask a n*gga what he talkin, put the Glock to his dental, we ready
[Verse 3: Jusblow]
Where I come from its 6 double 0 n*gga
He thought he caught me loafin, but I up my pole quicker
Famous make you famous, b*tch he a soul lifter
2 tone chrome, lots of shots gone hit ya
Shots blicking off, looking like a burst picture
If you ain't in the frame, how the f*ck you get the picture
I saw dogs turn to rats, and rats into snakes
You was scared to do that hit, i saw it in yo face
Switching lanes like I'm still on high speed with the jakes
Caught him loafin out his hood the nipple kissed his face

[Verse 4: Young Famous]
Pop a n*gga drop a n*gga
Singing like the opera n*gga
Killing all the opposition
See the future pure munition
6 0 [?]
Im colder than a polar bear
Yo b*tch she looking over here, you better keep her over there
n*ggas really pus*y, really f*ck em until he gushy
Famous make you famous, i ain't talking bout a movie
b*tch im reppin 6 0, cooling with my citgos
We hungry like some hippos, clog his face like a pimple

[Verse 5: 600Breezy]
Team 600 naw this ain't dipset
We pull up with slammers make yo whole clique wet n*gga
I swear to god we got this sh*t on lock
n*ggas sneak dissin us, like they can't get popped
I'm Breezo from the 6, wassup
You ever see yo b*tch with me, know that she got f*cked n*gga
We ride with toasters get yo ass burnt up
6 0 we run the city got this b*tch turnt up n*gga
We neat deep in the game, most you n*ggas is lame
They ain't been through our pain, so n*gga stay in your lane
We cut the game like machetes, naw these n*ggas ain't ready
We rip these n*ggas in peaces, and toss em up like confetti
I'm in the booth off the Tooka, I'm surrounded by shootas
We move more chickens than hooters, we still got gizzys and rugers
L'A Gang man, Baldy World, Shaq City