get away i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready Uh yeah i'm ready to have the glory i'm ready to have the name, i'm ready to have the fortune, i
get away I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready Uh yeah I'm ready to have the glory I'm ready to have the name, I'm ready to have the fortune, I'
I leave the crib I make sure I don't forget shit Mac check Clip check Vest check I'm ready to roll Its no contest I'm the Codeez from the East Niggas mad I'm
t up to par I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (Uh) I'm talkin rent money (Uh), I'm talkin bank money (Uh) I'm talkin Martha Keats
back Bitches play goin' get smacked Espicially if I don't disrespect you And you disrespect me I'ma have to show 'ya That I'm out that fuckin' M-a-g(Magnolia) I'm
slangin' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I'm
[Brotha Lynch] Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead
your mama ho ass nigga Move around nigga I'm some on P-A shit, know what I'm talkin 'bout?" [Verse 1 - Bun B] P-A trill nigga, I was born ready bro Our
bails Diamond je-wels, pushin 500 SL's I'm just a born killer, cap peeler for my scrilla Forever ride, nigga, until I get a hundred milla's I'm ready
then a nigga, gots to get it hit it an quit it, but I ain't wit it less it's worth a mill ticket I'm a savage about my cabbage I gots to have it automatic
I got the street in my veins my block runs thru my blood Plead guilty to tha charges when I'm facin' the judge Fuck it I'll do the sentence lift weights
you niggas think I'm chilling cause I'm calmed and cool So perhaps I'll bust on one of you stupid ass niggas for being a fool Stroll through, I'm heated
our home, like eviction notices hoe, When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam, When I'm blowed, I'll write the wicked in scroll, At the toll, when I'm sober I'm
Huh? [Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon [Chopper] I like that shit! Yeah, Boi! I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk