I'm Ready

(Yeah) Heatmakerz, Killa (woo yeah)
 Let's do it
 This is it right here (come on man)
 I feel good man, Taliban!
 Diplomats, come on!
 Woo, Jim Jones, where you at baby?
 Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)
 This is music right here
 Once again where you at
 I feel like Rocky or something, man
 Yo, they try to box me in the corner for the longest
 No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but
 (I'm ready) c'mon man (I'm ready) they can't fuck with me
 They can't-who really else is-, Let's to this man I got'em man
 Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock
 Linking up with Cam, him linking up with the Roc now
 (I'm ready, I'm ready)
 Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man (I got this)
 Yo, this is powerful music I bring to the table
 The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine cause
 (I'm ready, I'm ready), Let the music talk to'em
 Yo, y'all know I'm past then focus, in case you haven't noticed
 Squeeze and blast 'em open as soon as the magnum opens
 (I'm ready, I'm ready)
 Yeah I told you man, come on (Y'all with me, where we at man?)
 Uh, Cam gon' make me a star, I'm gonna make him a million
 Jones is here, we invading the building and
 (I'm ready, I'm ready)
 Yeah Diplomat, for the last time we got this man
 I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks
 Big coke, big gat, don't ever forget that
 (I'm ready, and I'm on)
 (I'm ready, and I'm on)
 (I'm ready, and I'm on)
 Yes sir, yes sir
 Oh yeah nigga, yo
 Ayo, my goal ain't to be number one on your charts
 If it happens, so be it we come with the art (talent)
 Everyone in my parks, they still moving
 Holding jums in the front of the
 Yo, I do this shit sick, stuffy, congested
 They don't give a fuck if you sick
 You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank)
 My justice is wretched
 You get knocked down
 Please, grab your crutches, keep stepping (Frankie!)
 'Cause the game we done held back too long
 The pain we done felt that too long
 Cocaine, we done dealt that too long
 And my pops it don't help that you gone
 Myself should move on (woo!)
 It's scary and I'm gonna need help (yep!)
 Streets fluster me
 Dogs, marijuana don't help (no!)
 Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help
 Knee deep in my grave on these blocks
 I'm a goner myself, but
 Huh, Killa (Killa)
 I'm here y'all
 Huh, I'm ready (I'm ready) and I'm on
 I'm ready (I'm ready) and I'm on
 Huh, hey, yo
 What up buzzing, buzzing? Birds, flip a dozen dozen
 Holla at your boy, boy you thought your cousin wasn't
 Huh, (I'm ready I'm ready and I'm on) yes sir, here we go now
 Jim Jones c'est ce bon, Santana magnifique
 Y'all niggas know holla at me if it's any beef
 (I'm ready I'm ready and I'm on) (yes sir, gats, guns, knives)
 I know it's vice versa
 We like murder we come thick in the truck
 But yo, if you got bitches to fuck
 Hit me up dog
 Yeah, I'm ready, uh (I'm ready and I'm on)
 Far as lyrics go, they rocking recitals
 It won't stop 'til I'm on top with the title
 Hustling, no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles
 I'm not for the idols
 The Twin Towers, dog
 We on top of the Eiffel like
 La Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza
 You can't be where I be dog, you need a visa
 Come on, chief on reefer
 Please believe it
 I will squeeze and leave ya
 All bullets they will heat and seek ya
 Harlem World, I'ma swell my town
 You a clown you can't tell by now, that I'm
 Huh, yeah I'm ready, I'm ready
 What do y'all expect man? (I'm ready)
 We're coming for the title (holla)
 You here with us A
 Dipset, Taliban
 Juelz Santana, bandana (Killa)
 B's up (Freekey)
 Jim Jones, Capo status (holla)
 Guru, it's a wrap