R U Ready? - Poj

1ST VERSE

I ride sideways, that way, this way, helm from the city that we blow hard and

thizz face, I kick the shit to you with form like a sensei, so no more calling

me Prophy, I’ll wax you off just like Miyagi, I’m a diamond with the blue in

the middle off saki, I’ll handle you jalopies when I drop you like William

Joppy, first priority deliver so now just think again reconsider,

I live by the levy real close to dat river so its easier access,

they won’t know who clapped that, and this is much more like harassment,

like I’m up in a hall with nothing but women and feeling on assets,

so ante up niggaz make ya first and last bets, and one more thing that I ask

is that, all u hating niggaz just pray like Catholics, yal re-runs just like

'whats happening' that’s the shit.

HOOK

I need to know, are you ready, are you ready, all my niggaz moving dat,

are you ready, are you ready, all my bitches shaking dat, are you ready,

are you ready, everybody let it slap, are you ready, then lets go."

2ND VERSE

I see that some ain’t ready so I slide them that FYI, its unreasonable to even

go and test that guy, so step aside its a tragic scene, cuz I brought the party

and the fire and the gasoline, so if you were imagining I’ll break your spirits

after you see my thoughts go traveling, of course this is the theme for cali

niggaz this is like heem, for southern niggaz this is like lean, uh,

always victorious so I never redeem and I’m a pure warrior so you better

believe that, I know niggaz who squeeze gats and got bodies but the niggaz u

with look like a R&B posse, I’m a rhyme specialist, u better get your sources

and your references before u even think about effin with, that P.R.O.P.H.E.S.Y.

I’m sick like the disease that’s lime, nigga I.

HOOK

3RD VERSE

Lets go like they just kicked the ball off, fire in the hole, my white boys

throwing molotovs, if we got paid for talent I mean you lost I’d be in Cancun

somewhere chiefing and playing golf, I ain’t the type of nigga that floss and

everyday I be hustling like Rick Ross, I get vicious like sinister Frost,

sentences sick, my relative, spit 16s the bootleggers quick to sell my shit,

yeah I know the story, but I ain’t telling it, Johnny rockets pass that deal

like a fellowship, the broad hella thick, let a nigga slip, see how the camel

fist feel, let me test ya grip, its simple arithmetic and we ain’t gotta end

this, and if you ain’t wit it, fuck it we can talk bidness, we can talk

percentages and contract extensions, but I need good work ethic and a strong

commitment

HOOK