Ready Or Not

My rope on freezy

Dope on the T.V

Ecstasy especially out the GT

You next to me, you best to be holding somethiing too

At least you can say, you let something fly with something flew

The niggers get hit, they goin' call their lawyer

I'm trying to sue you, That's a bitch nigger for you

I'm tough like Mayorga and Dela Hoya,

I saw you, and niggers stack nines for those quarters

'Cause zips and my shit, I don't boast thems

Him got 14 carrots, carrots and gold rims

Why say something about my name

Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumping out a plane

I can't ditch my bitch, it's something about her brain

If should put her mind to it she can suck out a vain

You don't want to let showers, stay the fuck out the rain

There's so much ammo niggers don't got to aim

You [unknown] in the morning, it's no head up and it's on

Here it comes, ready or not

Don't be out there snoring, one eyed blinked and you're gone

Keep it copped (get ready to pop)

The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born

Stop, drop, Get let in your knot

I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still riding on in my chrome

Here comes, ready or not

My little shooter, 16 from the projects

Glock 16 with the napolean complex

I'm in and out of the projects

My lifestyle pleasant

You, you live life like a barbaric peasant

Me without my guns in the street is like a Muslim eating pig feet

Fuck them pigs on the street

They all want to off a nigger

And when these rapper's get shot

They ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggers

You die if it's rated 'R'

If it's 'PG-13', you leave with a scar

'R and P detroying bags, big shots to Hamos

They got official money, could buy me the Appollo

These model hoe's swallow, I bottle [unknown]

But it's MOB nigger, that's my model

These rappers ain't kings, the pawns

Ain't got dust bunnies on their gowns

I think god spent a little extra time on me

Pap planted the miracle seed, My mom ain't see

I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy

I ain't satisfied with 10 mil, that ain't no money

My talents are blood deep you can't take those from me

And my sense of humor is shot, I don't take jokes funny

My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes giving me a third eye

My four's can get a magazine full of those

They hip-hop cops follow my suburban

Hoping they can find a pistol, all over they searching

I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursing

So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban

If niggers try to hurt 'em, then I'll dirty squirt 'em

Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you merk 'em

Mechanical working, heckler handles jerking

That will put them a gator after you heavenly church 'em