I'm Ready Lyrics - Diplomats

Come on! 

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 

They try to box me in the corner 4 the longest 

No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but 

(I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready) 

Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock 

Linkin' up with Cam and linkin' up with the ROC now 

(I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready) 

This is powerful music I bring to the table 

The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane cause 

(I'm Ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) 

Y'all know I'm past then focus, incase you haven't noticed 

Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open 

(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) 

Cam gonna make me star, I'm gonna make him a million 

Jones is here, we invading the building and 

(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready) 

I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks 

Big coats, big gats don't ever forget that 

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(Jimmy Jones) 

Yes sir, Yes sir 

Oh yea nigga 

My goal (?) the one on your charts 

If it happens to be a (?) come with the arts 

Everyone of my parts they still moving' 

Hold the drums in front of the... 

I do this shit six lucky contestants 

They don't give a fuck if you sixty 

Still get coifed and arrested (click clank) 

My justice is reched 

You get knocked 

Please, grab your crouches 

Keep steppin' 

Cause the game we done held back to long 

The pain we done felt that to long 

Cocaine we done dealt that to long 

And my pops it don't help that you gone 

Myself to move on 

Its scary and I'm gonna need help 

Streets flow at me 

Dog marijuana don't help 

Fiends junkies in the corners don't help 

Knee deep in my grave on these blocks 

I'm a goner my self 

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(Cam'Ron) 

Killa, I'm here y'all 

I'm ready, I'm ready 

Hey yo 

Was up buzzin' buzzin' 

Birds flip a dozen dozen 

Holla at your boy 

Boy thought your cousin wasn't 

(I'm Ready, Yes sir) 

Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik 

Y'all niggaz know holla at me if there's any beef 

(Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes...) 

I know its vic versa 

We like murder we convicted the track 

But yo if you got bitches to fuck 

Hit me up dawg 

(Yea I'm ready) 

Far as lyrics go 

They rocking the citlets 

They won't stop till I'm on top with the title 

Hustlin no stoppin the cycle 

I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols 

The twin towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like 

La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza 

You can't be where I be dawg 

You need a Visa 

Come on chief we for 

Please believe it 

I will squeeze and leave ya 

All bullets stay where we can seek ya 

Harlem world I'm spoil my town 

You a clown you can't tell by now 

{*singing continues w/ ad libs until fade*}