Heard they work for cheap, think I might rent you If you feel I disrespected you, good, I meant to Nigga, I'd wish you'd talk about runnin' for guns
ready, when you're ready, when you're ready Tell them they are ready, when you're ready, when you're ready When you're ready, when you're ready, when you're ready
major labels, tell 'em bumpy knuckles is in town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for
of the rain, you fear weather I'm hardcore like pall-bearer in sheer terror I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on y'all ain't ready to brawl until
all my foes Them baby mommas swervin' Neons and Geos Cause they nigros to peep my steelo In a ??? ready for war, suited and booted Undisputed dame, been
lost a few marbles Still balkin', still tossin' 'em, still holdin' MC's hand Takin' they ass across the street walkin' So let me know when you ready to bust
eyes on our CREAM cause we rowdy Battle kicked advil, niggas load they carriages Weapons on the mayor of the cash cause I know character I'm ready to bust
insects you bugged the fuck out, like dust from Crazy Eddie Spaghetti headed mobb niggas rhyme deadly Rock Infamous sweatsuits and like my guns heavy You ain't ready for
that's what I rhyme like My clip ain't empty Do try to test the ridah Nativity simply Bust, I lead inside ya Find ya Fear them, frightened for your life
major labels, tell 'em Bumpy Knuckles is in town Tell 'em don't send no rappers out or I'm a bust 'em down It's the king of the underground sound, get ready for
my plan unfurl I mean team same name, never change My ammo is the demo competition on the mic War games War games War games War games War games War games
me wanna bust Make me wanna cuss I lust for living a life, a righteousness With invisible forces stand in my way Keeping my mind off course I'm searching for
styles I got for this rhyme And I'ma hit ya with a punch line Clap back, it go clap back And If I got to, yo, I'm ready for war, ready to bust back
thug brothers Niggas talk a lot of nonsense I choose to ignore a war They ain't ready for it Now what cha gonna do? When my niggas come for you (What
despise, soldiers we ride Killers with attitudes but ready to die 'Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked Turkeys get stuck and niggaz get cuffed Ready for
ghetto rhymes y'all Running from the one time not mines Posted up, hostin' up like soldiers Down south huster, throwin' boulders Ready to block like a football player Got these 17 rounds for
my name was OJ Simpson I packs it in like Van Halen I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like Kato Kaelin I'm representing wit my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes
chemist Balancing the chemicals and imbreed pecimisst My appearal, black hat, black shirt Getting more pussy than Captain Kirk My fame comes and goes like the threat of war Ready