Lyrics
CWebb
"IC"
Yeah... you you you you wanna touch the title?
You, you, naw you can't, you can't
You, you wanna touch the touch the (IC!)
No uh no uh no, no sirrrr
[Chorus]
Ready or not, here comes Webba-Nation
Coming right up and in yo face, yo face
You see him in a different light
... But thats alright, cause he's
IC! (Yeah, yeah!) IC! (IC champ!)
IC! (Ya'll aint know!?) IC! (He got the title now!)
[Verse 1]
Guess-who's-back, it's me
South Side Spida, betta recognize baby
I'm a bad mamma jamma and I'm hitting your town
Gold round my waist, are you feelin the sound?
And I know, some of ya'll fools is getting old
Kinda sorta slow and still you won't leave me alone
That's okay, I gots sumfin to tell ya
And when I run past ya you can see my tail-a
No no, you can't stop the IC
You can't mess with W-E-Double B
You can't stick you sucka MC
My knuckas break ya teeth, leave ya mouth emp-ty(He-He) Somebody stop meeeh
I'm coming up in the game and ya can't drop meh
New gen beat rippa, title winna, record spinna
3-Count Fall and I become a big grinna
[Chorus]
Ready or not, here comes Webba-Nation
Coming right up and in yo face, yo face
You see him in a different light
... But thats alright, cause he's
IC! (Yeah, yeah!) IC! (IC champ!)
IC! (Ya'll aint know!?) IC! (He got the title now!)
[Verse 2]
*Sniff Sniff* I smell hataz
Ladies watch ya mans and I'll smell yall lata
I don't gots time to be trippin wit yall
I'm a C-E-L-E-B, yeah dawg
Ya hear me coming, music poundin and blastin and blowin
I'm at the traffic light stoppin and goin and slowin
I'm the kid who be fighting through the masseses
Open ya eyes or go pick up ya glasseses
I don't care if you Christian or Christian or not
Ain't pulling you back, you just missin ya, missin ya shot
I'm holding gold in ya face, dissin ya dissin ya
I don't give fug even if I'm pissin ya, pissin ya off
Worth 2 Mil, and I'm tickin the tickin the clock
Yup, time up so I'm knockin ya knockin ya out
You now messin with the dirty the dirty S-South
Side Spida bitecha if you workin ya workin ya mouth
[Chorus]
Ready or not, here comes Webba-Nation
Coming right up and in yo face, yo face
You see him in a different light
... But thats alright, cause he's
IC! (Yeah, yeah!) IC! (IC champ!)
IC! (Ya'll aint know!?) IC! (He got the title now!)
{Verse 3]
There's a lotta people out there who want what I got
But they can't get their greedy paws on what I got
Not without a fight, and a fight I can deliver
Gonna hurt a sucka or two, I'm an assacracka killer
Choose your fate, want it now? Wanna wait?
Iz you straight? Want ya face imprinted on this gold plate?
If you want it I can do it, for you, since you so stupid
That you're STILL testin Webba, you gots guts to do this
Guts I admire, but how good are they to you
If they're bashed and bruised, some of them you can't use
Sip your meals through a straw if you like
Just because you THOUGHT that you could beat me in a fight
Hey look, it's just business
In the club, on the streets, first hand witness
Let the world tell you what happen, you probably won't believe ME
Or Deaf or Dubb, let the blood tell the story
[Chorus]
Ready or not, here comes Webba-Nation
Coming right up and in yo face, yo face
You see him in a different light
... But thats alright, cause he's
IC! (Yeah, yeah!) IC! (IC champ!)
IC! (Ya'll aint know!?) IC! (He got the title now!)
Uh huh, that's that. Yeah, yeah, uh huh. Yeah... Alright, right now, I want yall to throw yall hands in the air and say it with me when I say it, come on. Draven's Flock! Draven's Flock! Draven's Flock! Draven's Flock! Yeah, Kaine Mosley, J-Dubb, Terance Johnson, The Enforcer, Timmy Draven, and C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-CWebb, yeah!!! Hahahaha... This is IC right here. Its your IC champione... Champ-yone!
