A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Lloyd Banks

"You’re Not Ready"

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh, Oh!
G-g-g-g-Unit!!
n*gga!
Haha!

[Hook: 50 Cent]
You said you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one on one's
n*ggas'll clap, all that pack you
Either way your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Momma baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?
Four bodies at 19, man I love that little n*gga
For 5 grand n*ggas'll air the strip out
For 10 grand n*ggas'll run up in your house
Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in ya mouth
New York has taught n*ggas to get money Down South
But get knocked in the commonwealth, stake your ass out
f*ck the captain, f*ck the sarge
f*ck the king's that's in charge, b*tch

[Hook: 50 Cent]
You said you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one on one's
n*ggas'll clap, all that pack you
Either way your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
When my warriors come out and play, I'm Osirus
I eat, sleep, sh*t and catch n*ggaritis
And beat n*ggas down like the turtles on Riker's
I'm a cheap ass connect with some high ass prices
I've been totin'.fo-fo's and Mack-10's
Since Tim Dog was on raw, G ten
I'm the n*gga on the strip that make feinds relapse
I'm the n*gga on the strip that's a walking G pack

[Hook: 50 Cent]
You said you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one on one's
n*ggas'll clap, all that pack you
Either way your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I don't bash woman, but I'll throw a b*tch in a sleeper
I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker
You can fly on holiday's like Christmas and Easter
The only way yellow ice is if you p*ss in the freezer
I'll put your partner in a case and park him off of pace
You suppose to be getting money, cheddar carpet off your face
I'm in the blaze, top runner in the race
Nike fanatic, spent spring summer [?]
Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same lighters
And my tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins
I might've been slunked in the G-5 drunk and
Thumpin' the chronic one ridin' with the Thump Jiva
I'm on the run from marriage to rolling the carriage
To go with the average, give me someone established
I'm performing if they come with the carros
These b*tches want my son in their carriage
But I don't wanna feel dumb and embrassed, b*tch

[Outro: Tony Yayo & (50 Cent)]
Pummy-ass n*ggas!
When are y'all f*cking with us, man? (Ha ha ha!)
G-Unit!
Hottest n*ggas out in the streets right now!
(Tell em n*ggas)
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Ha ha ha!)
The General, 50 Cent n*gga! (Yeah, you heard him motherf*cker!)
Go ahead and scream my name, n*gga!
(Go ahead and say something!)

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes and personal use only.
Copyright © 2017-2019 Lyrics.lol