U Ain’t Ready 4 Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Ghost, Sigel Real niggas, load up Throw your fuckin hoodies on, it's goin' down [Verse 1: Styles P & Beanie Sigel] Nah, you can't hang, nah, you can't bang You better get your gang If you see me on the road, better switch your lane If you see me on your strip, bitch, get your thing Fuck that, before rap had to flip cocaine Knockin EMPD Nigga, it's your thing Had the fisherman hat with the forty bottle, twistin' the cap Outside all night Pitchin' the crack (Uh) But now things a lil' bit different I could start the car Without the key in the ignition Now I be Vivo sippin' Nigga strapped with the Mac In the book bag, bitch, when I go roadtripping (Uh) [Chorus: Styles P & Beanie Sigel] You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel & Styles P] The Bully harder than them bars in a lifer's house You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out Kill your ass while you daydream, nigga I'll put your big man to sleep, then let him fly Like the A-Team, nigga You niggas pussy Dick startin to get hard Man, we always strapped You catch shit when you run in the bitch raw I go off when the shit's off I usually turn it up when it go down If you didn't, you know now You know it's the Ghost And the Bully in this bitch Two hawks up You know I got the fully in this bitch In the best shape of my life, I know I could roof niggas I send 'em back down, Sig', I know you the truth, nigga [Chorus: Styles P & Beanie Sigel] You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me [Verse 3: Styles P & Beanie Sigel] Ghost and Sigel, P-89 in the Eagle Get stretched with the skinny or diesel Hardest two out, so it's gon' be plenty of evil So run and tell all of the people Yeah, what? Gun? (Check), rope? (Check) Hit the club, rob shit during coat? (Check) Just for the fuck of it, nigga I like the four-door Benz Heard you bust with it, nigga Like to blow a pound of weed Heard you puffin' it, nigga Let anybody front and we touchin' a nigga (Yeah, what?) I get berserk when I'm high on them percs You fuck around like you don't want your kidneys to work I'll get the family, the doggy, the kitty get murked Man, what you know about puttin in work? (Yeah, what?) And you know you ain't ready for me Got a young boy to turn your shit to spaghetti for me [Chorus: Styles P & Beanie Sigel] You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me, yeah, what? You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me You ain't ready for me