Boot Camp Clik - Headz Are Reddee Pt. II lyrics

R-U ready (to my west coast headz come on)
Readyall my headz are you ready
And to my east coast headz come on
R-U-readyi say all my peoples are you ready
And to my headz thats overseas
I say are you ready
All my people are you ready

Muthafucka had it up to here
From my chest to my head
When the led paint the town
Red bloodshed your dead
I groove thru these pavements
We all together theres no slaveships
So run these rebels that race this
Be watchful of large cows hovering
Covering in the dawn
Husk it's the storm, I cock back
Relax and drink the henne-vill slugga
My fleet will see ahead so
We will see you sucka


Shake em down for profound sound
Punk your down by lightnin
Throw your fists up cuz

The escapade when it's followed
Move the shit from Guatemala
Move the Q-U 7 years ago wit my father
I met shorty whop at a block dice game
No words where exchanged
Body language did it's thang
Think I didn't when I did take
Honey back to the nest
Twist the back as soon as we hit the rest
Me tongue and kisses sway like
A fly wind bloom
Seductivly undressed as she layed
Across the room
And cocked her seat up on the bed
And grabbed her ankles and said
Its been a long time lets
See if your ready yet

All my peoples are you ready
R-Uall my peopless are you ready

We the soldiers of misfortune have
Fought one common cause
To keep mine and yours from fallen off
When sources uncontrollable offers coffins
For all of you
Soon we'll see it might be too
Late to come in unity

Yo it's on again wack get gone it when Boot
Camp begin swarmin in
So I say all my peoples are you ready
Are you ready
Not the one gas like the Getty let the
Soldiers get busy light this
Party like a bar-be
You too late once we start we
Nothin gets copy
When squads meet, oh god we gon last
But, I'm Rock and you can't
Escape me call me Alcatraz out the smash
We rock rows, i crash like a drunk driver
Wit his tire slashed
Punk you don't know the half and if you do
Then maybe you can fuck wit me
And my W W-B-C-C

Oh, oh it's my go
I blow Mc's outta the frame
Tell me that it wasn't your last LP to blame
Yo I got this shit lockdown
Like terrorists in airplanes
Now that my swear is complete I
Got no time for games
(I know) me and Rino be like
The lone ranger and Tonto
Stickin' niggas up for they
Weed and they fronto
I play the background call me the head honcho
Out to get mine, I got no time for your convo
I got you, hock tu, hit em wit a combo
Me and 'Ville Sluggah out
In Shorty Wop's Diablo

Life is a sound, we a de champions
The champions yeeeeah
Listen to sound, we a de numba one sound
De numba ones yeeeah for de people dem
We have to be a little stronger
All in all the Top Dog you will be wrong-
To miss, the Storm on CD-Rom
Givin you the bomb, big up to Tall Sean

From an unknown region, me and my legion
Never believe in the evil ways of a heathen
I breathe in, out improve on my physical
Trees keep me blessed, prepare for my ritual
Its critical when I belittle
Fools wit syllables
I choose to use cuz yall niggas is pitiful
Its difficult to see whose ready
Nocturnal journalist racin' thru
Crews like Andretti

As I come back on tracks
Put you in the mood to sit back and relax
I hope you cop a swat cuz what I got rocks
Your mind body and soul as I take control
Whats the definition of Buck: Force
I stayed away for 3 years but
Came back in the 4th
To stand alone on the throne of course
Buck BD the boss, the rest gettin tossed
True

Buckshot is here to stay you
Best believe it in
Now you ready for what we got
Gotta give a big big-up
To the whole conference all
Tigga, Tek and Sway
The Bay Boys in the place to be
B double O T-C-A-M-P, an we busy
Gotta big-up Illanoiz, DJ Swan
The Representativz always representin yall