G-unit - Ready Or Not lyrics

My rope on freezy Dope on the T.V Ecstasy especially out the GT You next to me, you best to be holding somethiing too At least you can say, you let something fly with something flew The n***as get hit, they goin' call their lawyer I'm trying to sue you, That's a b**h n***a for you I'm tough like Mayorga and Dela Hoya, I saw you, and n***as stack nines for those quarters 'Cause zips and my sh**, I don't boast thems Him got 14 carrots, carrots and gold rims Why say something about my name Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumping out a plane I can't ditch my b**h, it's something about her brain If should put her mind to it she can s** out a vain You don't want to let showers, stay the f** out the rain There's so much ammo n***as don't got to aim [Chorus] You [unknown] in the morning, it's no head up and it's on Here it comes, ready or not Don't be out there snoring, one eyed blinked and you're gone Keep it copped (get ready to pop) The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born Stop, drop, Get let in your knot I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still riding on in my chrome Here comes, ready or not My little shooter, 16 from the projects Glock 16 with the napolean complex I'm in and out of the projects My lifestyle pleasant You, you live life like a barbaric peasant Me without my guns in the street is like a m**m eating pig feet f** them pigs on the street They all want to off a n***a And when these rapper's get shot They ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate n***as You die if it's rated 'R' If it's 'PG-13', you leave with a scar 'R and P detroying bags, big shots to Hamos They got official money, could buy me the Appollo These model hoe's swallow, I bottle [unknown] But it's MOB n***a, that's my model These rappers ain't kings, the pawns Ain't got dust bunnies on their gowns [Chorus] I think god spent a little extra time on me Pap planted the miracle seed, My mom ain't see I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy I ain't satisfied with 10 mil, that ain't no money My talents are blood deep you can't take those from me And my sense of humor is shot, I don't take jokes funny My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes giving me a third eye My four's can get a magazine full of those They hip-hop cops follow my suburban Hoping they can find a pistol, all over they searching I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursing So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban If n***as try to hurt 'em, then I'll dirty squirt 'em Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you merk 'em Mechanical working, heckler handles jerking That will put them a gator after you heavenly church 'em [Chorus]