Headz Are Reddee Pt. Ii Lyrics - Singles - Boot Camp Clik

Intro: 

R-U ready....(to my west coast headz come on) 

Ready...all my headz are you ready 

and to my east coast headz come on 

R-U-ready...I say all my peoples are you ready 

and to my headz thats overseas 

I say are you ready 

all my people are you ready 

[Louieville] 

muthafucka had it up to here, 

from my chest to my head 

when the led paint the town red bloodshed your dead 

I groove thru these pavements 

we all together theres no slaveships 

so run these rebels that race this 

be watchful of large cows hovering covering in the dawn 

husk its the storm, I cock back 

relax and drink the henne-vill slugga 

my fleet will see ahead so we will see you sucka 

shake em down for profound sound 

punk your down by lightnin, throw your fists up 'cause... 

[Tek] 

the escapade when its followed, move the shit from Guatemala 

move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father 

I met shorty whop at a block dice game 

no words where exchanged, body language did its thang 

think I didnt when I did take honey back to the nest 

twist the back as soon as we hit the rest 

me tongue and kisses sway like a fly wind bloom 

seductivly undressed as she layed across the room 

and cocked her seat up on the bed and grabbed her ankles and said 

its been a long time lets see if your ready yet 

Chorus 

All my peoples are you ready 

R-U..all my peopless are you ready 

[Steele] 

we the soldiers of misfortune have faught one common cause 

I keep mine in yours for fallen off 

when sources uncontrollable offers coffins for all of you 

soon we'll see it might be too late to come in unity 

[Rock] 

Yo its on again, 

wack get gone it when Boot Camp begin swarmin in 

so I say all my peoples are you ready, 

are you ready, not the one gas like the Getty let the 

soldiers get busy light this party like a bar-be 

you too late once we start we, nothin gets copy 

when squads meet, oh god we gon last 

when Im rockin you cant escape from me 

from the grass out the smash 

we rock rows, I crash like a drunk driver wit his tire slashed 

punk you dont know the half and if you do 

then maybe you can fuck wit me 

and my W-W-B-C-C 

[Starang] 

oh, oh its my go, I blow Mc's outta the frame 

tell me that it wassnt your last l.p. to blame 

so i got this shit lockdown like terrorists in airplanes 

now that my swear is complete I got no time for games 

(I know)me and rino be like the lone ranger and tonto 

stickin niggas up for they weed and they pronto 

I play the background call me the head honcho 

out to get mine, I aint got no time for your convo 

I got you, hak-2, hit em wit a combo 

me and ville sluggah out a shorty in diablo 

Chorus 

[Top Dog] 

Life is a sound, we a de champions, the champions....yeeeeah 

listen to sound, we a de numba one sound, de numba ones yeeeah 

for de people dem, we have to be a little stronger 

all in all the Top Dog you will be wrong- 

to miss, the Storm on CD-Rom 

givin you the bomb, big up to Tawl Sean 

[Ruck] 

From an unknown region, me and my legion 

never believe in the evil ways of a heathen 

I breathe in, out improve on my physical 

trees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual 

its critical when I belittle fools wit syllables 

I choose to use 'cause yall niggas is pitiful 

its difficult to see whose ready 

Nocoturnal journalist racin thru crews like Andretti 

[Buckshot] 

As I come back on tracks 

put you in the mood to sit back and relax 

I hope you cop a swat 'cause what I got rocks 

your mind body and soul as I take control 

whats the definition of Buck..Force 

I stayed away for 3 years but came back in the 4th 

to stand alone on the throne of course 

Buck be the boss, the rest gettin tossed 

True.... 

Outro: 

Buckshot is here to stay you best believe it in 

now you ready for what we got 

gotta give a big big-up 

to the whole conference all 

Tigga, Tek and Sway, the Bay Boys in the place to be 

B double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy 

Gotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan, The Representativz 

always representin yall