I M Ready lyrics

{*I`m Ready being sung in the background*}

[Juelz Santana]
Come on!
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
They try to box me in the corner 4 the longest
No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but
(I`m Ready, I`m Ready, I`m Ready, I`m Ready)
Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock
Linkin` up with Cam and linkin` up with the ROC now
(I`m Ready, I`m Ready, I`m Ready, I`m Ready)
This is powerful music I bring to the table
The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane cause
(I`m Ready, I`m ready, I`m ready, I`m ready)
Y`all know I`m past then focus, incase you haven`t noticed
Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open
(I`m ready, I`m ready, I`m ready, I`m ready)
Cam gonna make me star, I`m gonna make him a million
Jones is here, we invading the building and
(I`m ready, I`m ready, I`m ready, I`m ready)
I`m still on the corner grinding for them big stacks
Big coats, big gats don`t ever forget that

[Jim Jones]
Yes sir, Yes sir
Oh yea nigga
My goal (??) the one on your charts
If it happens to be a (??) come with the arts
Everyone of my parts they still moving`
Hold the drums in front of the…
I do this shit six lucky contestants
They don`t give a fuck if you sixty
Still get coifed and arrested (click clank)
My justice is reched
You get knocked
Please, grab your crouches
Keep steppin`
Cause the game we done held back to long
The pain we done felt that to long
Cocaine we done dealt that to long
And my pops it don`t help that you gone
Myself to move on
Its scary and I`m gonna need help
Streets flow at me
Dog marijuana don`t help
Fiends junkies in the corners don`t help
Knee deep in my grave on these blocks
I`m a goner my self

[Cam`Ron]
Killa, I`m here y`all
I`m ready, I`m ready
Hey yo
Was up buzzin` buzzin`
Birds flip a dozen dozen
Holla at your boy
Boy thought your cousin wasn`t
(I`m Ready, Yes sir)
Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik
Y`all niggaz know holla at me if there`s any beef
(Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes…)
I know its vic versa
We like murder we convicted the track
But yo if you got bitches to fuck
Hit me up dawg
(Yea I`m ready)
Far as lyrics go
They rocking the citlets
They won`t stop till I`m on top with the title
Hustlin no stoppin the cycle
I`m shopping for rifles I`m not for the idols
The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like
La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza
You can`t be where I be dawg
You need a Visa
Come on chief we for
Please believe it
I will squeeze and leave ya
All bullets stay where we can seek ya
Harlem world I`m spoil my town
You a clown you can`t tell by now

{*singing continues w/ ad libs until fade*}