G-Unit: Ready or not

[Lloyd Banks]My rope all freezy, dope on the TVEcstasy especially out the GTYou next to me, you best to be holdin somethin tooLeast you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flewThese niggaz get hit and call they lawyerAnd try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for yaI'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw yaMan niggaz'll stack nines for that ColaCause zips in my shit, I don't grow stemsHim got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rimsWhy say somethin about my name?Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a planeI can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brainIf she put her mind to it she could suck out a veinYou don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rainThere's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's onHere it comes, ready or notDon't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're goneKeep it cocked - and ready to popThe man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was bornStop drop, or get lead in your knotI'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chromeHere it comes - ready or not[Tony Yayo]Yeah, yeahMy little shooter's 16 from the projectsGlock-16 with the Napoleon complexI'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasantYou? You live life like a barbaric peasantMe without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feetFuck the pigs on the streetThey all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggazYou die if it's rated RIf it's PG-13 you leave with a scarR.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to HommoThey got fishin money cooked, buy me the ApolloThese model hoes swallow, I buy another bottleof this M.O.B. nigga, that's my mottoThese rappers ain't kings, they pawnsAnd got dust bunnies on they guns[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]I think God spent a lil' extra time on mePop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't seeI got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummyI ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no moneyMy talents are blood deep, you can't take those from meAnd my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funnyMy paranoia rolls with my bullet holesgivin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of thoseThe hip-hop cops follow my SuburbanHopin they can find a pistol on him when they search himI'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursinSo here's a dirty version, you only heard me urbanIf niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtinRight through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk himMechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkinThat'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him[Chorus]