You're Not Ready
50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
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Oh, Oh g-G-G-G-G-G-Unit nigga haha You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit Mama baby boy is a killa Ain't it funny how them guns get To pop for the scrilla? Four bodies at nineteen, man I love that little nigga For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house Have you ass tryna talk with a Gun up in your mouth New York has taught niggas to Get money down south But get knocked in a commonwealth state Your ass out F*ck the captain, f*ck the sarge F*ck that kingpin charge, bitch You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit When my warriors come out and play I'm Osirus I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis And beat niggas down like The turtles on Rikers I'm a cheap-ass connect with Some high-ass prices I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10 I'm the nigga on the strip That make friends relapse I'm the nigga on the strip That's a walking G pack You say you're ready, you're not ready We don't shoot no one-on-ones Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon' scream like a bitch In your dreams it don't feel How it feels when you're hit I don't bash woman But I'll throw a bitch in a sleeper I been this way since Rakim Was kicking a speaker You can fly on holidays Like Christmas and Easter You only wear yellow ice if You piss in the freezer I'll put your partner in a case For barkin' off of base You suppose to be getting money Shake that carpet off your face I'm in the place, top runner in the race Nike fanatic Spent spring-summer winnin' rings Look what happened to Ma$e I hope you see them same light as him My tape pound from me Put you on tubes and vitamins I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and Thumpin' The Chronic one Ridin' with the trunk shakin' I'm on the run from a marriage The ring with the carats I'm done with the average Give me someone established I'm performing if they come with the karats These bitches want my son in their carriage But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed Bitch (Nigga) Bummy-ass niggas None of y'all fucking with us, man (Ha ha ha) G-Unit Hottest niggas out in the streets right now Tell them niggas Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Ha ha ha) The General, 50 Cent, nigga (yeah, you heard him motherfucker) Go ahead and scream my name, nigga Go ahead, say something so I can f*ck you up
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