Ready Lyrics - Black Rob

Round town, I'm bound, shake the ground 

Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down 

Round town, I'm bound, shake the ground 

Shake the town, wave the pound, laid you down 

And that's how we approach these faggots 

Try an' gon be fly but they still maggots 

I'm sure all I gotta do is call my man 

.40 cal, watch yourself, I'll spoil your plans 

I'm the up top gangsta, the star in the hood 

One of the few muF'fuckas that ain't scared of Suge 

Fam, that was 9-5, man, fuck the pass 

See niggas out there frontin' bodyguards up they ass, man 

He's Black Rob, he's okay 

Play and you'll get robbed today 

Ya'll know how I'm comin' through the Source Awards 

Somebody's jewels got jacked, man, it must've been yours 

Ya'll dudes be talkin' out the side of your mouth 

So I put the gem star on the side of your mouth 

I ain't sell no records, made no cash yet 

Fuck dude,' cause my niggas is goons in every aspect 

And don't get beside yourself 

A lot of shit gonna be fucked up beside your health, man 

He's Black Rob, he's a thug 

Fuck with him, you'll get fucked up 

Fam, I don't threaten dudes, that's a promise 

That's honest, you can kiss my ring and pay homage 

Or get smart, read books by Nostradamus 

Meanwhile, I'm deep-sea diving, oceanomics 

I seen green, more green than the Sonics 

More green than the Geico lizard, the grand wizard 

The 9 mm scope, I walk up on a nigga 

Put the 9 to his throat and watch him shake like the Pope 

He's Black Rob, he's our friend 

[Incomprehensible] Rob is back again 

Aww man, ya'll niggas done got me hype 

This is it, we fit the same stereotype 

If a nigga wanna while we can do that too 

Fuck the model bitches, well, we can screw that too 

Yeah, man, notice I said "we" 

She's a J-you-M-P 

Man, off top, fam, I got figures in the game 

She's fuckin' with all the top niggas 

He's Black Rob, he's our man 

If he can't do it, no one can 

Yeah, 'bout to put the whole game on smash 

Alumni, I put the whole name on smash 

After this they gon' wanna lace me pretty 

Who's your man 'cause they can't make it JC Penney 

Who's your Bad Boy, BR, back with the nutritious 

Black attacks like a pit bull vicious 

It's goin' down, fam, I'ma bout to shake the ground 

It's uptown, holla, at your man