Your Not Ready lyrics

by

Diddy


[Intro: 50 Cent]
Oh, Oh
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
n*gga
Haha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
n*ggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Mama baby boy is a killa
Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla?
Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little n*gga
For five grand, n*ggas'll air the strip out
For ten grand, n*ggas'll run up in your house
Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth
New York has taught n*ggas to get money down south
But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out
f*ck the captain, f*ck the sarge
f*ck that kingpin charge, b*tch
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
n*ggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
When my warriors come out and play, I'm Osirus
I eat, sleep, sh*t and catch n*ggaritis
And beat n*ggas down like the turtles on Rikers
I'm a cheap-ass connect with some high-ass prices
I been totin' four-fours and MAC-10s
Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10
I'm the n*gga on the strip that make friends relapse
I'm the n*gga on the strip that's a walking G pack

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
n*ggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you and they split you
You gon' scream like a b*tch
In your dreams it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
I don't bash woman, but I'll throw a b*tch in a sleeper
I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker
You can fly on holidays like Christmas and Easter
You only wear yellow ice if you p*ss in the freezer
I'll put your partner in a case for barkin' off of base
You suppose to be getting money, shake that carpet off your face
I'm in the place, top runner in the race
Nike fanatic, spent spring-summer winnin' rings
Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same light as him
My tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins
I might've been slumped in the G5 drunk and
Thumpin' The Chronic one, ridin' with the trunk shakin'
I'm on the run from a marriage, the ring with the carats
I'm done with the average, give me someone established
I'm performing if they come with the karats
These b*tches want my son in their carriage
But want 'em feelin' dumb and embarrassed, b*tch (n*gga)

[Outro: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
Bummy-ass n*ggas
None of y'all f*cking with us, man (Hahaha)
G-Unit
Hottest n*ggas out in the streets right now
Tell them n*ggas
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (Hahaha)
The General, 50 Cent, n*gga (Yeah, you heard him motherf*cker)
Go ahead and scream my name, n*gga
Go ahead, say something
So I can f*ck you up
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