{Behind Hook}
   I feel the master, Phat boy and D-Lo
   Ya'll ready, they ready
   C'mon, C'mon
   Rasheeda she ready, we ready
   Archie, you ready, we ready
   C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon
   You ready
   Archie, Rasheeda, we ready
  
   {Chorus:}
   We ready (What, what)
   We ready (What, what)
   We ready (We ready, we ready)
   For y'all (Come on, we ready, come on)
   We ready (We ready for)
   We ready (We ready for)
   We ready (We ready for)
   For y'all (We ready, we ready)
  
   {Archie:}
   Ain't no question bout who the best
   Macy gon' lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
   Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through ya chest
   You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
   And I'ma take him out the game y'all
   It ain't no thang y'all
   You wanna buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
   The game's raw, boy please believe it
   Keep your bible with you cause you gon' be needin' Jesus
   Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
   And Archie ain't gon' stop droppin' shit
   I'ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
   Rockin' it, till the day I die in this game
   Archie with the Phat Boy addin' the fire to the fame
  
   {Hook 2x's}
  
   {Rasheeda:}
   Who came to crank this bitch up like a new Lac (Lac)
   It be that diva Rasheeda, so holla back (back)
   We crackin on these niggas switch,
   Hatin on them snitches (snitches)
   And in the mean time playa I be stackin riches, (riches)
   I switch positions
   Now its Phat boy and D-LO
   And we ain't ready for you nigga's commin throught the door
   I told ya'll once before boy aint no I in teams (teams)
   Now ATL will know Rasheeda, now what chu mean (now what you chu mean)
   I got my enemy in sight and my target locked
   Man fuck these busters, Kurt pull it and let em drop (and let em drop)
   I'm off da meter pull the heater from out my purse (purse)
   And break these niggas off somthin pullin up their skirts (skirts)
   I leave the game hurt WHAT!
  
   {Hook 2x's}
  
   {Archie:}
   You ain't ready for us, cause you ain't ready for me
   Courtney B chop and knock a nigga down to his knees
   Stay as crunk as can be
   Who keeps it crunker than we
   Nobody that's why we comin throwin bows and them knees
   See our foes and they freeze
   They be some suckas at heart
   We ready for what you bringin so we bust ya apart
   You bustas ain't hard, stack em up and knockin em down
   Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin me now
   Choppin em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
   Playin to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
   I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
   And if you didn't see it comin, Phat Boy lockin it down
  
   {Hook 2x's}