I'm Ready

<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 try 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 cause

(I'm ready... I'm ready...)

Yo, y'all know I'm past then 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 gonna 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 **** 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

Bitch, 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, mother****ers 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 ce bon, Santana magnifique

Y'all niggas know holla at me if it's any beef

(Yes sir, gats, guns, knives...)

I know it's vice versa

We like murder we come thick in the truck

But yo, if you got bitches to ****

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...

<Outro: Jim Jones>

What do y'all expect man? (I'm ready)

We're coming for the title (holla)

You here with us A

Dipset, Taliban

Juelz Santana, bandana (Killa)

B's up (Freekey)

Jim Jones, Capo status (holla)

Guru, it's a wrap