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Ready Or Not Lyrics - T.o.s.: Terminate On Sight - G-unit

My rope on freezy 

Dope on the T.V 

Ecstasy especially out the GT 

You next to me, you best to be holding somethiing too 

At least you can say, you let something fly with something flew 

 

The niggas get hit, they goin' call their lawyer 

I'm trying to sue you, That's a bitch nigga for you 

I'm tough like Mayorga and Dela Hoya, 

I saw you, and niggas stack nines for those quarters 

 

'Cause zips and my shit, I don't boast thems 

Him got 14 carrots, carrots and gold rims 

Why say something about my name 

Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumping out a plane 

 

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I can't ditch my bitch, it's something about her brain 

If should put her mind to it she can suck out a vain 

You don't want to let showers, stay the fuck out the rain 

There's so much ammo niggas don't got to aim 

 

[Chorus] 

You [unknown] in the morning, it's no head up and it's on 

Here it comes, ready or not 

Don't be out there snoring, one eyed blinked and you're gone 

Keep it copped (get ready to pop) 

The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born 

Stop, drop, Get let in your knot 

I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still riding on in my chrome 

Here comes, ready or not 

 

My little shooter, 16 from the projects 

Glock 16 with the napolean complex 

I'm in and out of the projects 

My lifestyle pleasant 

 

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You, you live life like a barbaric peasant 

Me without my guns in the street is like a Muslim eating pig feet 

Fuck them pigs on the street 

They all want to off a nigga 

And when these rapper's get shot 

They ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggas 

 

You die if it's rated 'R' 

If it's 'PG-13', you leave with a scar 

'R and P detroying bags, big shots to Hamos 

They got official money, could buy me the Appollo 

 

These model hoe's swallow, I bottle [unknown] 

But it's MOB nigga, that's my model 

These rappers ain't kings, the pawns 

Ain't got dust bunnies on their gowns 

 

[Chorus] 

 

I think god spent a little extra time on me 

Pap planted the miracle seed, My mom ain't see 

I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy 

I ain't satisfied with 10 mil, that ain't no money 

 

My talents are blood deep you can't take those from me 

And my sense of humor is shot, I don't take jokes funny 

My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes giving me a third eye 

My four's can get a magazine full of those 

 

They hip-hop cops follow my suburban 

Hoping they can find a pistol, all over they searching 

I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursing 

So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban 

 

If niggas try to hurt 'em, then I'll dirty squirt 'em 

Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you merk 'em 

Mechanical working, heckler handles jerking 

That will put them a gator after you heavenly church 'em 

 

[Chorus] 

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