(feat. Black C, Que)



we're ready made niggaz

all about our paper

we want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese



[Spice 1]

It's bossalini, fetty chico, the nigga that'll split your phillie

and roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke ya

fuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug you

I see you with your bitch on the streets, I'm still bustin ya

buck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappear

have your wife waken up at the middle, didn't even know I was here

stick-n-move, that's the code of a killer, thug nigga

got us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggers

chrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinks

niggas flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec.

ain't no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugs

I'm corleonin' with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloods

it's goin' down



[Chorus]

we're ready made niggas on another page

all about our paper ain't a damn thing changed

we want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese

still G's to the game it don't change



[Black C]

I got a bunch of jealous niggas, it ain't mad at me

they want to grab they niggas Nine and blast at me

you're livin on your own gun, nigga now how can that be?

that you're a bangin-ass nigga that can't even bring the heat

see I'm a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cash

drive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grass

and it's like that while you bitch niggas is fakin

on the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetrating

like you's a big baller, we fuck with G's and thugs

O.G. shot caller, up in the pen with love

so fuck the bullshit, you niggas wanna pull dick up on a dick bitch

but love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black chris

that's why I keep my eyes open and stay focused

cause I'm the nigga you love to hate plus I'm the dopest

still tryin to cope with our trials and tribulations

while you bitch niggas hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it's on



[chorus]



[Que]

got no love for the niggas that's don't understandin

I'm a real nigga, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc'

I lace you with the [?] 

I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I'm finished

I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm a killa cali thug nigga on the rise

it's suicide, do or die, catch me if you're ready to die

see the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess

[?] leave you niggas in the dust

we're makin big moves, doin big things

I'm amused to niggas hate that shit, ain't gon never fuckin change

niggas peep they foe when it's on and poppin

you can catch me in the end on the highway smobbin

we roll benzos, beamers and lexus

have you niggas on another page stressin

don't hate me, hate the game nigga

I'm all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G's nigga



[chorus]



scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese

we're ready made niggas

all about our paper

spice 1, black C, Mr.Que 

ready made niggaz

we're 'bout it, 'bout it