me Ask me if we ready for war, I'ma tell you We ready, fresh off the block We ready, coming for the top spot We ready, that's right, we came to win I
Went for his holster, itchin to get my blast on I'd rather be dead than tanked up, gettin stomped on 187 dance on these punk suckas Try to take ya boy
all-pro So now I'm ready to go, cause I'm open now Competition that's dissin gets broken down So just sit down, clown, or I'm smackin ya Cause I'm rough
ain't ready, ain't crazy and ya name ain't Eddie And ya aim ain't steady Dream big boy but ya chain ain't heavy Brain ain't ready, my game ain't petty
yo (Listen girl) [Chorus] [Verse 3: G-Dep and (P. Diddy)] It's G-Dep on ya frequency (Yeah) So when you hear wanna freak wit me (Bad Boy Baby) And we
you ready, shit I was born ready, And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture If I said
we did it again, the twelve, A.T.L Georgia [112] This is how we flow... [Diddy talking] we did it again baby...and we wont stop, we cant stop. where
s ready to flow (You crank it up, damn fool, cause I'm ready to go) I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal Puttin bustas on they back like we
to repeat after me if y'all got somethin' to say to these niggas out here, all right, ladies? Y'all ready to do this, ladies? Say "You ain't gettin'
me on your MTV raps Way back in the days when I was with Fab' Five Freddy I told you then, I told you now, boy I stay ready Don't sweat it, we'll get
fetch ya white cup (Ooohoooh) Knah I'm sayin we finna make that uhhhh Promethazine Potion (potion) it's ya boy 2Phace down with that boy Noke D (Noke
see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do
see me weak, hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricks We keep on comin' while we gunnin' for ya' jewels Steady rushin' while we
ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit pickin pockets with a razor
wont rest till my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to (hurt nobody
money makin it ain't nothin we fear Now they label me a troublemaker, cause I'm a ridah Death to you playa haters, don't let me find ya Mama made
Danny Boy] Rollin Picture me roll-hoee-ollin Picture me, picture me rollin [2Pac speaks while Danny Boy keeps singing] Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready
We Outlawz, we gon' die this way (NIGGA) We already in the history books, 'Pac made sure of that Whatever you took, we takin it back You know it'
