They Ain't Ready

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] 2
X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They dont know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They dont know know know [Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this
Ill make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work,
Ill put you in the red dirt
Ice make em look like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, its somethin new and
Jada talk soo good, but cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
Its no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in
Athens, Kiss is a bell ringer
Ima 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
Im gone Even if we run to war,
Ima 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,' cmon [Chorus] 2
X [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 ****ty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big **** is workin
Im white just by chance, but
Im country by
Gods 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 sisters friend
Now we gettin blitzed again, back on the block in
Yonkers and
Tim done laced a track, man this **** is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them
Bettys come here
Im doin for my family what yall already done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither
Im that deal or a product of
Timbs percussion
Yall know to him its bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] 2
X [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 its 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
Ima change it
This shit is anus, aint it?
**** em,
Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with
Beat Club, wont bend for the sake of this song [Jadakiss]
The streets is still mine,
I stay with the still nine
And it's still on *****
Im stonger than corn liquor like
I pink-eyed, ****** pretend to be ****ed
Thats 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, dont get the plot wrong
This aint a black or white politic thing cocksucker, its a hot song [Chorus] 2
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