文本歌词

Headz ain't ready for this click
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here from my chest to my head
When the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin for ya three two one nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta floor ya
Headz ain't ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I Pen dat a*s to de grass like I was Teddy
Cause brothas ain't ready for the fros and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
There's an X amount of yar we yo pass the gar w**d
Pass it over here so I can get irie why we
Smoke so much brothas be askin
Why the originoo gunn clappaz keep on clappin
Headz ain't ready for what my clique got in store
Cause what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown h*es get thrown out the room
Plus napkins for nitwits that ride deez from now 'til noon
Now assume position punks pissin dey pants
Caise lyrical skillz is makin you feel
Still if in case you didn't know how we be livin
It's in my nature to keep Robin like Givens
For real doe bring your steel bro
Kill or be killed jerk you don't know
So that leaves ya screwed like a dildo
I still blow punks I crush into dust
Plus we gothcha bucks
Who the warriors
Rock and Ruck and what
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
What's that aroma in the air Trees
So what that means son
Son that mean it's huntin season
Time to stack papes do you got what it takes
Can you react when your life's at stake
I rock the stripes of an M P pon my timb tree
And keep the taurus for my enemies
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp click
It gets realer so watch Steele serve justice
Thirty two degrees freeze until
These MC's decide to relieve you of grievin
On my way from out of state I hit my block F A P
Wit my man ruck and my man rock S T
Jus left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes ain't really nuthin to me
But I stay wit my Timberland tree and my
B double O T C
Rock the party keep my hair notty
Did you notice me flowin with potency
Buckshot b d b d and the Evil Dee we rock fluently
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Mr McGee don't get me angry
Why
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry
I'll thoughts to the dome start to change me
Rearrange the way I be kickin my flavor
Even my neighbours
Notice a change in the Ruck est behaviour
Now you roaches don't even come close or approach this
What I be smokin leave your monkey a*s chokin
Straight from yardie like the one Robert Marley
You hardly ever saaw me witout a bag of that bomb w**d
I wake up in the mornin and chocolate's what starts it
Reachin in my pocket for the roach to spark it
I'm steppin in hotter this year
Wit my bredern dry tear my cousin wit no fear
So who wanna come tess yop Dawg
They dig you out the ditch and then they take you to the morgue
Here's Misdemeanor the crook wit the mouth full
Known for bein live and rockin those flava Timbos
Half pass lincoln clothes dead and stinkin
Country bwoy got me just zonin and thinkin
Time to start stackin on you crab a*s snakes
Gotta move right cause my rep's at stake
Call up my dawgs that's quick to bust
P N C take it back to the dust
Now I got fo eyes to watch my back
Plus my own two make it a full six pack
Now we bring the ruckas to wannabee knuckas
Bodyin suckas like I change up my chuckas
Don't you know the w a r
War
Is o n
On
Open to them headz scopin
Hopin they can get a bite and write what I write
But they don't know the night
Keeps me and my click air tight
Right
All you biters wanna chunk the script
But your quick to take a flick
By my side as you take my hand givin the fake smile
But I peeped you for awhile
Ease off selecta when the B D pulled your file
Can I pull your card again the buck's guardian
Is the arm a leg leg arm a head
So begin to drop the bombs
Heltah Skeltah
Booyah you ask for it who want beef well here's war
For this I packs twin automatic four fours
Kids this ain't before don't even speak about my fleet
Many pop junk but front when MC's meet
Dem not ready
Headz ain't ready for this click we got
Dem not ready
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Naw
Heady ain't ready for the click we got
We really ready
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Naw
Headz ain't ready for the click we got
They ain't nowhere near ready