The Diplomats - I'm Ready (Featuring Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones & Juelz Santana) lyrics

Team makers, k**a Let's do it, come on, Diplomats Come on!, Jim Jones where you at baby? Juelz Santana, this is music right here Once again where you at, I feel like Rocky or something Yo they try to box me in the corner for the longest No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but Common man they can't f** with me, Juelz Santana Let's do this man I got them man Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock Linkin' up with Cam and linkin' up with the Roc now sh** I told you, I won't fail you n***as man Yo this is powerful music I bring to the table The sequel to Able the way I slag Kane 'cause Yeah let the music talk to them Y'all know I'm past then focus, in case you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum opens Yeah I told you man Cam gonna make me star, I'm gonna make him a million Jones is here, we invading the building and yeah Diplomat For the last time we got this man But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coats, big gats don't ever forget that Yes sir, yes sir, oh yeah n***a Aiyyo my goal aim to be number one on your charts If it happens so be it we come with the art Everyone of my parts they still moving Hold the drums in front of the Yo I do this sh** six lucky contestants They don't give a f** if you sixty Still get cuffed and arrested, my justice is wretched You get knocked please, grab your crouches keep steppin' 'Cause the game we done held back too long The pain we done felt that too long Cocaine we done dealt that too long And my pops it don't help that you gone Myself to move on, it's scary and I'm gonna need help Streets flow at me, dog marijuana don't help Fiends junkies in the corners don't help Knee deep in my grave on these blocks, I'm a goner myself but k**a, I'm here y'all, I'm ready, I'm ready Hey yo was up buzzin', buzzin' birds flip a dozen, dozen Holla at your boy, boy, you thought your cousin wasn't I'm ready, yes sir here we go Jimmy Jones, Sessa Bones, Santana, Manefik Y'all n***as know holla at me if there's any beef Yes sir, gats, guns, knifes, I know it's vic versa We like murder we convicted the track But yo if you got b**hes to f** hit me up dawg Yea I'm ready, far as lyrics go they rocking the citlets They won't stop till I'm on top with the title Hustlin' no stoppin' the cycle I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols The Twin Towers dawg we on top of the Eiffel like La piece a pizza eating a piece of pizza You can't be where I be dawg you need a Visa Come on chief we for Please believe it I will squeeze and leave ya All bullets stay where we can seek ya Harlem world I'ma spoil my town You a clown, you can't tell by now that I'm, I'm ready We coming for the title You hear what I'm sayin' [Incomprehensible] This your record