I’m Ready

Lyrics

[Intro: Juelz Santana (Cam'ron)] Heatmakerz, Killa Let's do it This is it right here (Come on man) I feel good, man Taliban! Diplomats... come on! Yeah, 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 [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Yo, they tried to box me in the corner for the longest No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest, but (I'm ready... I'm ready...) 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, cuz (I'm ready... I'm ready...) Yo, y'all know I'm past they 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 Uh, Cam gon' make me a star, I'm gon' 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 [Verse 2: Jim Jones] 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 (Woooo!) 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 [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Huh, Killa (Killa..) I'm here y'all Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready 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, yes sir, here we go now) Jim Jones "c'est si bon," Santana "magnifique" Y'all niggas know – holla at me if it's any beef (Yes sir, gats, guns, knives, bats) 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) 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 [Outro: Jim Jones] What do y'all expect, man? (I'm ready) We're coming for the title (Holla) You hear what it say? Dipset, Taliban Juelz Santana, Bandana (Killa) B's up (Freekey) Jim Jones, Capo status (Holla) Guru, it's a wrap