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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,040
Peak in subgenre #175
Author
Bacardi & Spotlight
Rights
OIS Inc.
Uploaded
December 08, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Chorus:
(its time) not ready for the shit we release
(its time) you looking at the belly of the beast
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
WE WANT IT WE RUN IN YOU FRONTIN ITS NOTHING WE COMIN
WE THUGGIN AND GUNNIN U can hate it or LOVE IT
(its time) These boys are the talk of the streets
(its time) aint fuckin with Bacardi and D
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
You bluffin and buggin you stuntin in public so fuck it
start duckin we buckin aint nobody above it (its time)
Da Real:
the time before the tide mass panic and hysteria
them boys outta control causin damage to your area
yea we bout to tear it up
niggas spreadin dirty rumors threw the air im the diaster
to clear it up ( Damn )
believe its begun
i spit so hot saliva evaporates never reachin my tounge ( reachin my tounge)
you better be scarce once my temper flares
heart colder than the poles when its winter there ( yea )
i've entered here, stone faced n ready for greatness
hungry so i brought my own plate bitch
tired of waitin i've grown patientless
no matter how, bitter the taste is gonna savior it
destined to shine i got no problem wit the hussle
and no im not cocky just confidently humble
down to rumble wit the struggle if it doubles my bundles...
maybe stumble on the run though wont start quitin til i've won yo
Chorus:
(its time) not ready for the shit we release
(its time) you looking at the belly of the beast
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
WE WANT IT WE RUN IN YOU FRONTIN ITS NOTHING WE COMIN
WE THUGGIN AND GUNNIN U can hate it or LOVE IT
(its time) These boys are the talk of the streets
(its time) aint fuckin with Bacardi and D
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
You bluffin and buggin you stuntin in public so fuck it
start duckin we buckin aint nobody above it (its time)
Bacardi's Verse:
The game is locked I claim the spot
yall nigga shotgun like the gauge cocked
imma stay the top dog rocking the mic raw
the all white type like I write in sock draws
stock drawn hot songs dropem on point like sharp thorn
hotter than the ketter poppin the popcorn
not warm got warned niggas I fight for em
my true dogs never getting left like a right arm
sights on the sky type of height that a kite on
so fly spittin shit is getting me flight borne
an icon a mic tyson so they bite on
my rhyme form like cheeze they mice me im a python
with bruised blood they saying Cardi he too tough
in the hood like pookie and june bug a true thug
wanna test my lyrical or strength in the physical
you got high hope so its time I deliver you
Chorus:
(its time) not ready for the shit we release
(its time) you looking at the belly of the beast
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
WE WANT IT WE RUN IN YOU FRONTIN ITS NOTHING WE COMIN
WE THUGGIN AND GUNNIN U can hate it or LOVE IT
(its time) These boys are the talk of the streets
(its time) aint fuckin with Bacardi and D
(its tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime)
You bluffin and buggin you stuntin in public so fuck it
start duckin we buckin aint nobody above it (its time)
Combined Verse:
unleashed its the rap beast with a bad streak
more than cheap diapers have you runnin with a bad leak
ya'll softer than ass cheeks
givin me a round of applause the only time ya'll niggas clap heat
when you think how many crews rap claimin these dudes clap
its carnival some funny shit that Im amused at
nigga spit shit to sound hood when they bitch
talking bout ur guns bucking still aint making a hit ( shit )
but they makin a ditch, diggin in every word
down to shoot the 5 but freeze when they see a girl
I see the world scared when the kid is here
split it into 2 parts thats why him is feared ( hemisphered )
yea the end is near, go hide the wife n kids
the wage sin pays is death for the life you live
you either ride wit us, or die from us, ya time is up, try ya luck
pack ya bags and get ready for the tide because
Chor
