Artist: Big Troy
Album: They Ain't Ready 12"
Title: They Ain't Ready
[Intro]
*sings off key*
Soooo goood, but there brain is not ready, they don't know
DJ Ctrice! Holla!
[Big Troy]
I’m a mastermind writing in these book rhymes
Cherish dem like how niggas hold the 9 its my time for me making these dollars
I got bitches and niggas choke on my rhymes at it was hooked on phonics
Have no time for Tristan and his stupid Ebonics
I rather be on the streets
Holding the heat smack up niggas like they were Tina Turner
Niggas watch your mouth before you get smacked with burner
Its ok aright, I still smack your ass with the burner
The rhymes I speak are a fucking flesh eating disease
You can hear it coming, I’m just killing this mc on the mic
While I got your girls lips on my dick singing to next mic
It’s aright, ya know you wanna fight, come to my hood yo know everything will be aright
Have you fucking chopped up into pieces, whiles I’m chilling at ctrice’s
