Headz Ain't Redee

(feat. Heltah Skeltah, O.G.C., Smif-N-Wessun)
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 Buckshot
 Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele)
 The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) **
 [FB5:]
 Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg)
 Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)
 [Intro/Chorus]
 Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got
 Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not
 [Louisville]
 Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
 When the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
 Comin for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
 you wanted to pop junk
 so now it's like a little Vigor
 I outta floor ya
 [Starang]
 Headz Ain't Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
 I Pen-dat ass to de-grass like I was Teddy
 cause brothas ain't ready for the fros and the dreads
 grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
 [Top Dawg]
 There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
 Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we
 smoke so much brothas be askin
 why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
 [Ruck]
 Headz Ain't Ready for what my clique got in store
 cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
 Shows get blown, hoes get thrown out the room
 Plus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now til noon
 Now assume - position, punks pissin dey pants
 Caise lyrical skillz is makin you feel.
 [Rock]
 Still if-in-case you didn't know how we be livin
 It's in, my nature to keep Robin like Givens
 For real doe, bring your steel bro'
 Kill or be killed jerk - you don't know
 so that leaves ya screwed like a dildo
 I still blow, punks I crush into dust
 plus we gothcha bucks (Who the warriors?)
 Rock and Ruck, and what?
 [Chorus x2]
 [Tek + Steele]
 What's that aroma in the air? Trees
 So what that means son?
 Son that mean it's huntin season
 Time to stack papes do you got what it takes
 Can you react when your life's at stake?
 I rock the stripes of an M-P, pon my timb tree
 and keep the Taurus for my enemies
 Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clik
 it gets realer so watch Steele serve justice
 Thirty-two degrees freeze until
 these MC's decide to relieve you of grievin
 [Buckshot]
 On my way from out of state, I hit my block F-A-P
 wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
 Jus left my man brown nose
 Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
 Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
 but I stay wit my Timberland tree, and my
 B-double-O-T-C
 Rock, the party, keep my hair notty
 Did you notice me flowin with potency
 Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee, we rock fluently
 [Chorus x2]
 [Ruck]
 Mr. McGee don't get me angry (why?)
 you wouldn't like it when I'm angry
 Ill thoughts to the dome start to change me
 Rearrange the, way I be kickin, my flavor
 Even my neighbours
 notice a change in the Ruck-est behaviour
 [Tek]
 Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this
 What I be smokin leave your monkey ass chokin
 Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley
 You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb weed
 I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it
 Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it
 [Top Dawg]
 I'm steppin in hotter this year
 wit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fear
 So who - wanna come tess Top Dawg
 They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue
 [Steele]
 Here's Misdemeanor, the crook wit the mouth full
 known for bein live and rockin those flava Timbos
 Half pass Lincoln, clothes dead and stinkin
 Country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin
 Time to start stackin on you crab ass snakes
 Gotta move right, cause my rep's at stake
 Call up my dawgs thats quick to bust
 P.N.C. take it back to the dust
 Now I got fo' eyes to watch my back
 plus my own two make it a full six-pack
 Now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas
 Bodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas
 [Buckshot]
 Don't you know the W-a-r (war)
 is o-n (on) open to them headz scopin
 Hopin they can get a bite, and write what I write
 but they don't know the night
 keeps me and my Clik air tight (right)
 all you biters wanna chunk the script
 but your quick to take a flick
 by my side as you take my hand, givin the fake smile
 but I peeped you for awhile
 ease off selecta when the B.D. pulled your file
 can I pull your card again, the Buck's guardian
 is the Arm-a-Leg-Leg-Arm-a-Head
 so begin to drop the bombs (Heltah Skeltah)
 Booyah!
 [Rock]
 You ask for it, who want beef well here's war
 For this I packs twin automatic 4-4's
 Kids this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet
 Many pop junk but front when MC's meet
 Dem not ready
 [Outro]
 Headz Ain't Ready for this Clik we got (dem not ready)
 Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not (naw)
 Heady Ain't Ready for the Clik we got (we really ready)
 Headz Ain't Ready man I swear they not (naw)
 Headz Ain't Ready. for the Click we got
 (They ain't nowhere near ready)
 [ad libbing to fade]