Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Ready, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
I'm Ready |
| Come on! |
| Jim Jones where you at baby? |
| Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man) |
| This is music right here |
| Once again where you at I feel like Rocky or something |
| They try to box me in the corner 4 the longest |
| No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but |
| (I'm Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready) |
| Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock |
| Linkin’up with Cam and linkin’up with the ROC now |
| (I'm Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready, I’m Ready) |
| This is powerful music I bring to the table |
| The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane cause |
| (I'm Ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready) |
| Y’all know I’m past then focus, incase you haven’t noticed |
| Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open |
| (I'm ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready) |
| Cam gonna make me star, I’m gonna make him a million |
| Jones is here, we invading the building and |
| (I'm ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready) |
| I’m still on the corner grinding for them big stacks |
| Big coats, big gats don’t ever forget that |
| Yes sir, Yes sir |
| Oh yea nigga |
| My goal (??) the one on your charts |
| If it happens to be a (??) come with the arts |
| Everyone of my parts they still moving' |
| Hold the drums in front of the… |
| I do this shit six lucky contestants |
| They don’t give a fuck if you sixty |
| Still get coifed and arrested (click clank) |
| My justice is reched |
| You get knocked |
| Please, grab your crouches |
| Keep steppin' |
| Cause the game we done held back to long |
| The pain we done felt that to long |
| Cocaine we done dealt that to long |
| And my pops it don’t help that you gone |
| Myself to move on Its scary and I’m gonna need help |
| Streets flow at me Dog marijuana don’t help |
| Fiends junkies in the corners don’t help |
| Knee deep in my grave on these blocks |
| I’m a goner my self |
| Killa, I’m here y’all |
| I’m ready, I’m ready |
| Hey yo Was up buzzin’buzzin' |
| Birds flip a dozen dozen |
| Holla at your boy |
| Boy thought your cousin wasn’t |
| (I'm Ready, Yes sir) |
| Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik |
| Y’all niggaz know holla at me if there’s any beef |
| (Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes…) |
| I know its vic versa |
| We like murder we convicted the track |
| But yo if you got bitches to fuck |
| Hit me up dawg |
| (Yea I’m ready) |
| Far as lyrics go They rocking the citlets |
| They won’t stop till I’m on top with the title |
| Hustlin no stoppin the cycle |
| I’m shopping for rifles I’m not for the idols |
| The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like |
| La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza |
| You can’t be where I be dawg |
| You need a Visa |
| Come on chief we for |
| Please believe it I will squeeze and leave ya All bullets stay where we can seek ya Harlem world I’m spoil my town |
| You a clown you can’t tell by now |