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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,885
Peak in subgenre #189
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
April 30, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:22
Story behind the song
talkin shyt really.. thats all
Lyrics
Ayo, tell me are ya ready? Do ya think yall ready?
No way man, yall aint read, I don’t think yall ready//
Did you really think about it? Yo you cant be ready//
He aint ready, na he cant be, yo this cat aint ready//
Ready, one, ready, two, ready set go!//
Im in ya face wit a quickness, wit a heavy tempo//
Im ready ta set it off, lika bomb technician//
Shotz sent to ya neck and jaw, got tha hot tech spittin//
Context rippin, hi-tech mission, we out ta shake crewz//
and we aint even set rules, yet we bound ta break a few//
We came at you wit a contract, you signed tha blackened line//
Now we free to snap ya neck, crack and smash ya spine//
We here ta test ya rhymez, & see if you really ready//
ta take shotz at tha champz, grab ya gun and hold it steady//
Focus in on ya victim, breathe easy and squeeze//
While I smack ya in tha back of ya head, and pop tha caps in ya kneez//
Youza stupid muthafucka, think we’ll teach ya how ta kill us?//
Yeah you damn sho aint ready, to take on some fuckin killaz//
So for now we gon let ya live, keep trainin and step ya game up//
We’ll be back at smash ya ass, keep practicin, get ya weight up//
Are you ready? You think you ready but yal aint ready//
Tried ta rope a dope wit joka joe, but yall came heavy//
Started heavin and breathin, swingin and punch missin//
This here’s tha rap game kid, why u singin, just listen//
I came ta raise ya barz up, drop em and stomp em//
You aint ready ta face tha hard one, he’s here and yall cant stop em//
Im takin ova tha globe, and yall just watchin//
I leave you, takin notes afta joe, an im not stopping//
I told ya joe is tha dopest, and yall aint yet ready//
I served my time on tha grind as petty officer, yall just petty//
Steppin ta me like you worthy of recognition//
Yo you got a label yet? that’s right, ya recordz missin//
My crew is record rippin, yall aint ready for tha beef//
Like you grew up in Malibu, yall aint ready for tha streetz//
We cut you chumps up, like Jason wit a machette//
Yo ide fuck you punks up, but I see that yall aint ready//
