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