Ready Or Not
G. Groove Lyrics

My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
My jewelry is glistening, I'm watching drugs on TV

Ecstasy especially out the GT
Ecstasy pills are popular, especially in fancy cars

You next to me, you best to be holdin? somethin? too
If you're standing next to me, you better have a weapon

Least you can say, you let somethin? fly when somethin? flew
At least you can say you defended yourself when attacked

These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
These guys get shot and immediately sue

And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
If you try to sue after getting shot, you're a coward

I'm tough like Mayoga and De La Hoya, I saw ya
I'm as tough as boxers Mayorga and De La Hoya, I saw you

Man, niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
People will do anything for money, including commit crimes

Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
I have high-quality drugs that are pure, with no wasted parts

Him got 14 karats, carrots and gold rims
He has expensive jewelry and car rims

Why say somethin? about my name?
Why talk about me behind my back?

Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin? out a plane
Don't do something reckless, it's safer to skydive

I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin? 'bout her brain
I can't leave my girl, there's something special about her mind

If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
She's skilled at oral sex

You don't want a lead shower, stay the fuck out the rain
Don't get caught in a hail of bullets, avoid dangerous situations

There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim
There's so many bullets, people can shoot without taking careful aim

Yeah, yeah, my little shooter's 16 from the projects
My young gun is only 16 and from the inner city

Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
He's got a small gun but a big attitude

I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
I come and go from the inner city, and my life is good

You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
You live a rough life, like a medieval peasant

Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin? pig feet
I feel uncomfortable and out of place without my weapon

Fuck the pigs on the street, they all wanna off a nigga
I don't like the police, they all want to kill me

And when these rappers get shot
When other rappers get shot

They ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
They're not true gangsters if they turn to business after getting shot

You die if it's rated are
You die if the movie is rated R (violent)

If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
If it's only PG-13, you escape with a minor injury

R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
Shoutout to my deceased friends and acquaintances

They got fishin? money cooked, buy me the Apollo
They made a lot of money, and I want them to buy me a concert venue

These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
These girls will have sex with me, so I keep buying alcohol

What is M.O.B. nigga? That's my motto
Money over bitches is my guiding principle

These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
Other rappers are not as powerful as me

And got dust bunnies on they guns
Their guns have collected dust because they don't use them

I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
I believe God blessed me with extra talent

Pop planted a miracle seed, my mom ain't see
My dad planted an exceptional seed, that my mom didn't anticipate

I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I have a high IQ and I'm not stupid

I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
I want more than just 10 million dollars

My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
My skills are inherent, they can't be taken away

And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
I have a dark sense of humor

My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
I'm always paranoid about getting shot

Givin? me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
My fear of getting shot gives me a sense of heightened awareness, and my enemies will get shot as a result

The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
The police are always watching me

Hopin? they can find a pistol on him when they search him
They're searching for any reason to arrest me

I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin?
My image is tougher than my real personality, and people like me when I swear

So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
Here's an unedited, explicit version of my song that you can only hear in the city

If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin?
If someone tries to harm me, I'll shoot back

Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
I'll keep firing until the person is dead

Mechanical workin?, Hechler handle's jerkin'
My gun is working perfectly, the handle vibrates slightly

That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
It's so powerful, it will send the person to heaven

You don't get a warnin?, there's no heads up when it's on
You won't get a warning, the situation will escalate quickly

Don't be out there snorin?, one eye blink and you're gone
Don't be caught off guard, it only takes a moment for something bad to happen

Keep it cocked and ready to pop
Be prepared and ready to use your weapon

The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
I'm always confident and never make mistakes, it's been that way since I was born

Stop drop or get lead in your knot
Come to a stop and drop to the ground, or you'll get shot in the head

I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still ridin? around with my chrome
I'm a famous rapper, but I still ride around with my gun

Here it comes, ready or not
Be prepared, something is about to happen