U Ain't Ready 4 Me(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Styles P

歌詞

Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up Throw your fuckin' hoodies on, it's goin' down Nah, you can't hang, nah, you can't bang You better get yo' gang If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane If you see me on your strip, bitch, get yo' thang Fuck that before rap had to flip cocaine Knockin' EMPD, nigga, it's yo' thang Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin', the cap Outside all night pitchin' the crack But now things are a lil' bit different I could start the car without the key in the ignition Now I be Vivo sippin', nigga, strapped with the mac In the book bag bitch, when I go road trippin' You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me The bully harder than them bars in the lifer's house You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out Kill yo' ass while you daydream, nigga I put your big man to sleep and let him fly like the A-Team nigga You niggaz puss, dick startin' to get hard Man, we always strapped, catch shit when you run in the bitch raw I go off when the shit's off, I usually turn it up when it go down If you didn't you know now, you know it's the Ghost And the bully in this bitch, two hawks up You know I got the fully in this bitch In the best shape of my life, I know I could roof niggaz I send 'em back down Sig', I know you 'The Truth', nigga You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle Get stretched by the skinny or diesel Hardest two out, so it's gon' be plenty of evil So run and tell all of the people Yeah, what? Gun check, rope check Hit the club, rob shit during coat check Just for the fuck of it, nigga I like the four-door big Heard you bust with it nigga like to blow a pound of weed Heard you puffin it nigga, let anybody front and we touchin' it, nigga Yeah, what? I get berserk when I'm high on them perks You fuck around like, you don't want your kidneys to work I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked Man, what you know about puttin' in work? Yeah, what? And you know you ain't ready for me Got a young boy, turn your shit to spaghetti for me You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me