ready Let em go ? they ain't ready man, I don't think they ready STOP! Ya'll ain't really ready [HOOK:] Go buck with the angels Buck with the angels [Repeat] STOP! GO
bitch, nigga fuck dat box! Dat's how P. got knocked, dat's how jewl got drop But Dre beat dat nigga, go 'head, repeat dat nigga You might learn a lil
Hook] [Verse 2: 50 cent] Every time I go to sleep its like I stroll down memory lane, and see the dirt I've done before I quite the flame, if you can
redemption like broken trust Who tops the bottle cap and seal the whole three liter bottle Rap and let it go flat Off duty officers in brooklyn better go
and how my shit sounds C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down [Chorus] [Verse Three: MC El, Tame One] Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the
WHASSUP?! [Chorus: vocal samples] [E. Sermon] "Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." [P. Rock] "Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission
dress Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess but we're not impressed [Gift of Gab] Checkmate, populous crush, monstrous plush Rhymes that just thrust onto your buck buck
, to plays up Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff [echo] [Chorus x2: Blue Flame (all
smoke It'll turn a nigga yacht to a sail boat To fall back I'll rip'em apart These niggas KFC AB like I sit in the dark I go hard my gun so large If
into the darkness their souls is leavin' Minister Mach, this my sermon for the evenin' Thank the Lord for the wise words who receivin' Don't eva go against
it!) We gettin' it Just so you could start! Gettin' it [After every line in verse] [Verse One: Chingy] I'm on top of my game Droppin' the flame My name
the killer, go-rilla Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game The flame I throw, crack change
to one day tally up the score who you playing for, does your coach know the game are you shooting with a ball that's engulfed in flame Well if your tired
the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide
Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzuks, Here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, g-geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the
on God dammit it's on Now what the hell you bout to go youngster [The Gang (Tray Deee, Ty Cuzz, Bad A$$, Technique)] Go ride nigga Bout to go get the
