[Intro: San Joe]
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll really ain't ready
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll really ain't ready
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll ain't ready for this
Ya'll ain't ready, ya'll ain't ready for this
[Hook: San Joe]
Hands up, getcha hands up
Getcha getcha hands up, partner getcha hands
Getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands up
Partner getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands
[Bridge 1: San Joe]
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk
[Verse 1: San Joe]
It's official let it trickle, pa-pop it like a pistol
With a whistle like a missile, reap harvest like a sickle
Called to be the walking epistle, walking and walking the walk
And the vision be so crystal, can't be talking the talk
With a mouthpiece like a cannon, spit it from famine to frost
Serving the word from curb to curb, gave me the nerve to carry the cross
Are you knowing about the power, that's found off in his name
For the wants of the world be filthy, that be off in our brain
I could never to paint the picture, from my coldest of dreams
We a target of heartless carnage, from the darkest of schemes
Its malicious how pernicious, sickness be so savage
With the quickness trying to ravage, so vicious when they bring the damage
d**h rattles, and delivers the d**h blow
Have a better chance at living, if you's appealing on d**h row
Coldest stakes he chose his fate, I hold my weight till I'm old and grey
Soul be raised by golden faith, so cold I skate on a molten lake
[Hook: San Joe]
Hands up, getcha hands up
Getcha getcha hands up, partner getcha hands
Getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands up
Partner getcha hands up, getcha getcha hands
Who ready to crucify the flesh, who ready to carry the cross
Who ready for walking the walk, in the land of the lost
Who ready to crucify the flesh, who ready to carry the cross
Who ready for walking the walk, in the land of the lost
[Verse 2: San Joe]
No hope beyond the grave, if you fall to the dark
It's like your bleeding while your drowning, and you swimming with sharks
So partner check your heart, for its measured in deeds
Reap as you sow, so where you sowing your seed?
If your spiritual appetite, is unsatiable hunger
You'll thirst after righteousness, when fallen asunder
So we ought to live, beyond reproach
If we follow the lord, then we should go for broke
But some sacrifices have the foulest of stenches
He wants us off in the trenches, and never warming the benches
Check your intentions, are they pure in his sight?
Are they worthy of the son, who laid down his life?
That all may be forgiven, if confess of the mouth
If we some luke-warm christians, he'll be spitting us out
So line up with the word, and we'll master the flesh
Only then will we know, what it is to be blessed
[Hook: San Joe]
[Bridge 2: San Joe]
Where yo heart at, tell me where yo heart at
Where yo heart at, partner where yo heart?
Where yo heart at, tell me where yo heart at
Where yo heart at, partner where yo heart?
[Bridge 3: San Joe]
If you ride for christ, then you gone ride for life
If you ride for christ, then you gone ride
If you ride for christ, then you gone ride for life
If you ride for christ, then you gone ride
[Bridge 1: San Joe]
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk with it
Get hyphy with it, or get crunk
[Verse 3: San Joe]
Not one of us is ready for the word I've been given
See my father's fed up, with the way we been living
And he keep on forgiving, by the blood of the son
How can we live so defeated, when the battle is won?
He's second to none, from alpha to omega
He turned slaves into kings, and kings into beggars
Known to dance in the furnace, rise from the grave
He'll deliver you from your trial, if call on his name
Some will fall to the flame, and burn for eternity
So follow the word, and let loose thee uncertainty
And partner it be hurting me, when I see what be the hinderance
We blame it on the lord, as if we had some innocence
But partner that's just ignorant, that's at are best
The battle within, deep down in the flesh
Till I run out of breath, I'll be painting like Pica**o
Went from dipping a victim hostile, to spitting and flipping the gospel
[Hook: San Joe]
[Outro]
It's the baby boy young San Joe, from the bottom of the bay
And I done took some of that bay and put it on that down south! Yadadimean!?