They Ain't Ready Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

[Timbaland] 

Uh-huh, now what we gonna do 

Take it from the Eastside... to the country 

Ya feel me? Ya feel me? 

Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka 

Check the chorus! 

[Chorus] 2X 

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready 

They don't know know 

Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready 

They don't know know know 

[Jadakiss] 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah 

Yo, uh, yeah, yo... 

Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt 

When the hawk take the day off 

I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt 

Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through 

On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new 

and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is 

Nowhere next to ready for this stainless 

It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you 

and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer 

I'ma bring the hood to the farm 

Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong 

Introduce them to the yak and cranberry 

And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone 

Even if we run to war, I'ma still run the raw 

You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four 

Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us? 

"R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon 

[Chorus] 2X 

[Bubba Sparxxx] 

Uh, uh... 

Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs 

and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig 

Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon 

Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin 

I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces 

Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places 

But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them 

Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend 

Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers 

and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers 

'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come here 

I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here 

But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion 

Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion 

Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on 

Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah 

[Chorus] 2X 

[Bubba Sparxxx] 

How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces? 

To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me 

Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting 

and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted 

See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquainted 

and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it 

This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home 

I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song 

[Jadakiss] 

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine 

And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor 

like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded 

That's what the industry needed 

Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated 

But we gon' let the gats pop 

From the old rifles on the dirt road 

to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong 

This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song 

[Chorus] 2X