Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready Or Not, artist - G-Unit. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready Or Not |
| My rope all freezy, dope on the TV |
| Ecstasy especially out the GT |
| You next to me, you best to be holdin' somethin' too |
| Least you can say, you let somethin' fly when somethin' flew |
| These niggas get hit and call they lawyer |
| And try to sue you, that’s a bitch nigga for ya |
| I’m tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya |
| Man niggas’ll stack nines for that Cola |
| 'Cause zips in my shit, I don’t grow stems |
| Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims |
| Why say somethin' about my name? |
| Don’t jump out the window, it’s safer jumpin' out a plane |
| I can’t ditch my bitch, it’s somethin' 'bout her brain |
| If she put her mind to it, she could suck out a vein |
| You don’t want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain |
| There’s so much ammo niggas don’t gotta aim |
| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on |
| Here it comes, ready or not |
| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone |
| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop |
| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born |
| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot |
| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome |
| Here it comes — ready or not |
| Yeah, yeah |
| My little shooter’s 16 from the projects |
| Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex |
| I’m in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant |
| You? |
| You live life like a barbaric peasant |
| Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin' pig feet |
| Fuck the pigs on the street |
| They all wanna off a nigga — and when these rappers |
| Get shot they ain’t gangsta, they turn into corporate niggas |
| You die if it’s rated R |
| If it’s PG-13 you leave with a scar |
| R.I.P. |
| to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo |
| They got fishin' money cooked, buy me the Apollo |
| These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle |
| Of this M.O.B. |
| nigga, that’s my motto |
| These rappers ain’t kings, they pawns |
| And got dust bunnies on they guns |
| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on |
| Here it comes, ready or not |
| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone |
| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop |
| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born |
| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot |
| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome |
| Here it comes — ready or not |
| I think God spent a lil' extra time on me |
| Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain’t see |
| I got a high intelligence level, I ain’t no dummy |
| I ain’t satisfied with 10 mil', that ain’t no money |
| My talents are blood deep, you can’t take those from me |
| And my sense of humor’s shot, I don’t take jokes funny |
| My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes |
| Givin' me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those |
| The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban |
| Hopin' they can find a pistol on him when they search him |
| I’m icier in person, they like me when I’m cursin' |
| So here’s a dirty version, you only heard me urban |
| If niggas try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin' |
| Right through your curtain, don’t stop 'til you murk him |
| Mechanical workin', Heckler handle’s jerkin' |
| That’ll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him |
| You don’t get a warnin', there’s no heads up when it’s on |
| Here it comes, ready or not |
| Don’t be out there snorin', one eye blink and you’re gone |
| Keep it cocked — and ready to pop |
| The man makes no mistakes, it’s been on since the date I was born |
| Stop drop, or get lead in your knot |
| I’m known in hip-hop, but I’m still ridin' around with my chrome |
| Here it comes — ready or not |