T3 - If You Ready lyrics

[Intro] Rock star status. Yeah. Check [Verse One] [Black Milk] Make it hot, make it fire Ooow Everybody move, light your lighters Huh, ooow My n***as hold tools when they ridin' it Won't be cool if you pulled up beside us Shots go bang bang Huh, 5 O'clock news, it's a god damn shame That's what grandma's sayin' She's scared for my life, I got grandma prayin' like Every single night she's still hopin' that I'm here, I tell her I'm still here, plus Cool as the wind I'mma keep abusin' dudes when you'se in the pen Whether usin' the pen or my drum programs On that M.P., you n***as loosin' on both ends My life is like a movie, you should put it on film Put that camera on him, co-starrin' with Denzel Huuuuuu The flow go heavy Yeah, a**ort members got more n***as with short tempers They so Joe Pesci They wanna get at me cause the haters wanna start So they only feel a bite cause the Pit don't bark And if you not down with the cause (What?) sh** can get ugly, get bloody, get lined up in chalk Yeah [Hook] [Kardinal Offishall] [x2] Boooaw! Boooaw! All my n**ys let me hear it if you ready Boooaw! Boooaw! Let me hear it if you standin' hard and steady Boooaw! Boooaw! Lick a shot if you down for the armageddy Boooaw! Boooaw! All my n**y's Boooaw! Boooaw! Poisonous deadly sh** [Verse Two] [T3] Feela feela fo' reala I k** 'em mo' with euphemism Shots fired, exchanged Comin' from my mechanism Voice gets deranged Doctors call it autism Yep Fiend to give the planet the best of the bar spitters Yes, feel it the perfect example of Detroit n***as So weird that L.A. is givin' love in this ? To the t-t-t-t-top Ain't we ain't gonna ssssstop Just give 'em this rhythm that we g-g-g-got It's all live n***a, don't you seem them j**els drippin'? We ain't bullsh**tin', represent the dirty mitten These cotton pickin' n***as thinkin' they can get buck You never floss with us and plus we bust 'em just because Who is this, this such and such, who thinkin' he can knuckle up? I smack him up and smash his whip and pull him out his Acura Say somethin' tough, I've been waitin' to see you just to beat you up My hand is crampin' up I got a .45 I've been dyin' to bust [Hook] [Kardinal Offishall] [x2] Boooaw! Boooaw! All my n**ys let me hear it if you ready Boooaw! Boooaw! Let me hear it if you standin' hard and steady Boooaw! Boooaw! Lick a shot if you down for the armageddy Boooaw! Boooaw! All my n**y's Boooaw! Boooaw! Poisonous deadly sh**