Headz ain't ready for this click Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not 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 three two one nice to know ya You wanted to pop junk So now it's like a little Vigor I outta floor ya Headz ain't ready got the Original Gunz and machetes I Pen-dat a** 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 There's an X amount of yar-we yo pass the gar-w**d 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 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 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 Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not 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 click It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice Thirty-two degrees freeze until These MC's decide to relieve you of grievin 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 Headz ain't ready for this click we got Headz ain't ready man I swear they not 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 Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this What I be smokin leave your monkey a** chokin Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb w**d I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it I'm steppin in hotter this year Wit my bredern dry-tear my cousin wit no fear So who wanna come tess yop Dawg They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue 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 a** 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 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 click 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 404

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