Are You Ready Lyrics - Beatnuts

What we gonna do right here is 

Yeah, yeah, come on, come on 

Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on 

Check it out, check it out 

Yo, yo, yo, who the fuck is that nigga rhymin' on the mic? 

Who is this motherfucker? 

It's the wicked, nigger with the super dick 

Fuckin' ho's like I'm supposed to be in a flick, uh 

One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin' 

Now you want to press rewind 

I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds 

Slice the fuckin' Philly and break up the buds 

Who's Buddha? I don't know, is it a special? 

Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel 

The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too 

Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo 

Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk 

Da doom, doom, do doom 

Yeah, cool makin' moves nigger so smooth 

Scarin' ya, hangs up in the 'skills 

But queens is like the area 

I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back 

Now crack the fuckin' sack and roll that shit black 

Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him 

Then I have my shottie' let my brother divine get him 

We got him, ho's comin' through in the clutch 

She said, "I only suck that dick 'cause I love you so much" 

Said, I only lick them balls 'cause you so game tight 

And you keep my ass climbing the fuckin' walls at night 

So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it 

Crew's still makin' moves but now I've gots to exit 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for him? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for him? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for him? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for him? 

Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off 

Fuckin' rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off 

Police still puttin' fear in the hearts of mad crews 

Leavin' people lyin' dead in the street with no clues 

Soul like a mother got the funk on lock 

You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block 

Got stacks of stocks and fat beats to knock 

Got you open now you're hopin' that the junkyard rocks 

Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint 

Grand time to represent flava so strong 

Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, don't like choke 

Gotta get paid so we're tryin' to go for broke 

Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with 'em 

Niggas can't see this flow so it's time to down sit 'em 

I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads 

Dreads, and 'fros, honey's, but no ho's 

Oops, I didn't mean to call you ho, bitch 

But when you try to clock the pocket that's that bullshit 

So let's get down with one of New York's finest 

Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus 

Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style 

Beatnuts comin' with the rugged 

(Hey you, watch out now) 

It's on motherfucker, can't you see that? 

No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for us? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for us? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for us? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for us? 

Are you ready? Y'all ready for us? 

Right now you're as high as a junkie 

With a hundred dollar habit