Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Are You Ready, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song The Best Of 2011, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE Distribution
Song language: English
Are You Ready |
Are you ready? |
I wanna know is everybody ready? |
(YEAH!!) |
Alright, here we go! |
Hey yo, Pooh, nigga |
You already know what it is, dunn |
Word up (Yeah!!) |
Fuck around and turn my hat backwards or something, nahmean? |
Workin my Chapstick, nigga |
Uh, here we go again, back to that goin in' |
Pen the repeat offender, you rap niggas know what it IS! |
Or what it was, no buzz |
It’s a million motherfuckers working just like us |
But they don’t spit it like us, makin shit like us |
Lot of copycat rappers couldn’t get it like us |
And we don’t speak like y’all, we ain’t weak like y’all |
Take them training wheels off and you bound to fall |
We down by law, y’all CB4 |
But they don’t see these bars, lot of weaklings, god |
Whenever we record, niggas see we raw |
They know T-T raw, anything he score |
Like MJ in the fall, this shit bang in the Porsche |
My shit, bang on the porch, the more awesome record |
In this side of the board, this is how I destroy |
You a coward to +Crooked I+ and any +House+ I’ma +Slaughter+ |
«Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas |
«Y'all niggas better stop» — Big L |
«Stop fronting» «The wait is over» «We on the rise» |
«We keeps it real inside the battlefield» — Kool G. Rap |
«Y'all don’t want no war with us» — Nas |
«Y'all niggas better stop frontin» — Big L |
«The wait is over» «We on the rise» |
«Ain't no shame in my game, we do our thing son» — Kool G. Rap |
We back, here we go again, back to the show again |
Niggas get ya levee tight, Coney Island flowin in |
VA to Cak-a-lak, prize in the Cracker Jack |
+He-Man+ no Battle-Cat, dawg where the battles at? |
Niggas just chitty-chat, waitin for a piggy back |
Internet, blogger type, soft as a kitty cat |
Bluffin like it’s pitty-pat, cards in the deck |
We the gods of the internet, the stars of cassette |
Don’t get scarred off your threats |
Naw, back to bih’ness, homie |
You see the bih’ness, homie? |
This is God-given |
Self-driven, riveting pictures I paint |
How you livin? |
Witnessing something you ain’t |
No cubicle, shine more suitable |
Rhyme more reputable, losers be delusional |
The suspect’s usual, egos get bruise and know |
Careers get a funeral, leave 'em looking stupid so. |
Are you ready? |