The Wreckshop Family - You Ain't Ready lyrics

Lock and load, let's go n***a... [Hook] You ain't ready n***a, you ain't ready n***a You ain't ready, you don't know where you headed n***a You ain't ready n***a, you ain't ready fool You ain't ready n***a, dog we bout to take you [D-Gotti] n***as get k**ed, over bullsh** Me I'm riding one deep up on them thangs, so I'ma pull quick dog I'm a n***a out the gutter that ain't never had sh** Baby bounce to the B-I be back move bricks Pulling all nighters with the hood hitting licks Whether this that man your dog getting rich These chicks need they bills paid, so where the ballers at I'm just a n***a out the gutter, trying to get off some crack This to my strippers and my p**y poppers, get money boo don't let nothing stop ya Head doctors break a n***a off proper, mixing in like you in a opera Papa was a playa fool, inhale crack smoke Like father like son, n***a that's bullsh** I'm hooked on stacks bro Whoa, the streets bout to see me for real I hope you ready for your present, dog the gift is here [A3] n***as jump fly, with that funny bullsh** But you better hit the deck, when the K start to spit Like up the boulevard, I ain't playing no games Me and my n***as, bout to bang your brains I love these streets, I eat these streets When the streets get cold, I heat these streets Move out the way, when that thang start to stutter Or find yourself sleeping, with the rats in the gutter Don't play with me dog, I ain't no toy Don't play with me dog, I ain't no boy Get me mixed up, in this rap sh** what I'ma show you, how I co*k back and cut Burn your a**, to the dirty third degree You better ask J.B., n***a leave us be I got the homie D-Reck, the boy ain't tripping He'll catch you with a hook, if you start's to slipping It's like mirror mirror, on the wall Who is the gutterest, of them all Wreckshop trend setters, and see this how it be It's the Tanker slash captain, so n***as follow me [Hook] [Craig G] Y'all motherf**ing n***as, ain't ready I'm gripping the Glock I lick shots, leave em sizzling hot Guard your grill we be rushing em, slugs be busting em Picking em off, with the sawed off bucks touching em I'm a hood cat, straight from the gutter that's the hood black On point precise, bringing the spice with a hood gat Leaving em flat, my adrenaline rushing Ready to bust back, it continue when busting Issue concussions and flesh wounds, b**h n***as get wet fool You jump out of line, you gon get hit with that tech fool I bet ya, this motherf**ing slug'll catch ya And heat your a** up, like a black and decker Test a young n***a, with that funny bullsh** Leave you flat on your back, in front of the bull pit Full clip, you n***as ain't ready for G Get out my zone, cause you b**hes ain't better than me [Hook]