I'm Ready

歌詞

{*"I'm Ready" being sung in the background*} (Juelz Santana) Come on! Jim Jones where you at baby? Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man) This is music right here Once again where you at I feel like Rocky or something They try to box me in the corner 4 the longest No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but (I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready) Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock Linkin' up with Cam and linkin' up with the ROC now (I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready) This is powerful music I bring to the table The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane cause (I'm Ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) Y'all know I'm past then focus, incase you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) Cam gonna make me star, I'm gonna make him a million Jones is here, we invading the building and (I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coats, big gats don't ever forget that (Jimmy Jones) Yes sir, Yes sir Oh yea nigga My goal (??) the one on your charts If it happens to be a (??) come with the arts Everyone of my parts they still moving' Hold the drums in front of the… I do this shit six lucky contestants They don't give a fuck if you sixty Still get coifed and arrested (click clank) My justice is reched You get knocked Please, grab your crouches Keep steppin' Cause the game we done held back to long The pain we done felt that to long Cocaine we done dealt that to long And my pops it don't help that you gone Myself to move on Its scary and I'm gonna need help Streets flow at me Dog marijuana don't help Fiends junkies in the corners don't help Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner my self (Cam'Ron) Killa, I'm here y'all I'm ready, I'm ready Hey yo Was up buzzin' buzzin' Birds flip a dozen dozen Holla at your boy Boy thought your cousin wasn't (I'm Ready, Yes sir) Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik Y'all niggaz know holla at me if there's any beef (Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes…) I know its vic versa We like murder we convicted the track But yo if you got bitches to fuck Hit me up dawg (Yea I'm ready) Far as lyrics go They rocking the citlets They won't stop till I'm on top with the title Hustlin no stoppin the cycle I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza You can't be where I be dawg You need a Visa Come on chief we for Please believe it I will squeeze and leave ya All bullets stay where we can seek ya Harlem world I'm spoil my town You a clown you can't tell by now {*singing continues w/ ad libs until fade*}