Skrapz, Streetz, P.Dubbz , Toxic - Ready or Not lyrics
[Skrapz, Streetz, P.Dubbz , Toxic - Ready or Not lyrics]
Uh, and this track, feauturing Toxic, P
Dubbz and Streetz, Ready or Not
By the Fugees
CSB, ICB, free up my people, check me out
Boom
Ayo I hustle for the future of my family
It's not a joke i told myself when I was
Young I'll never die broke
I'm tryna make a little rap
Money so I flow dope
Where these other rappers that are
Coming like they can't cope
Coming like they can't float
Like their boat's got a hole in it
I shoot man like their chest's
Got a goal in it
And if you hear another rapper
With a flow like Skrapz
Then the mother fucker's stolen it boom
And even though I'm a star
I keep some petrol in the dinger boot
In case I've gotta blow up the car
I'm in a world of my own
Things is moving kinda' slow right now
But, I'm glad to be home
Their acting like they never know man a pro
We was moving like the Wu Tang
Clan at my first show
I'm glad I never hear bang at my first show
Shutdown, and flew straight back
To Church Road
Coming at you if you're ready or not
Them man are talking
They ain't ever come through
Licking off shots
Always keep a bally round me
I ain't going out hot
But, it's a cold world when you
Get caught up with crops
Stayed all about this money
Ain't no girl that we love
And if we do, she's certified
She ain't a hag on the block money talks
Make a nigga change his stance on the spot
Old friends turn snakes
Gotta' stay on my job
See I don't change friends
That just ain't my style
I put my hand on the bible
Still lie in trial
That's cause I don't rate the system
And the judge in his gown
'Nough time I bust case and
Came home with a smile
One time for my niggas that didn't make it
Knowing they're behind doors
And it's just patience
Bruddas out on the road, still tryna' make it
Yeah I'm one of them
Road name Tox, can't call me by my government
Ready or not something like no introduction
We're heading straight to the top
Scooping every pound to function
Yeah I do it for my people
Do it for my people try to hold up order
And keep everybody equal
It's like it's straight to the top for me
I told my mum we can't wait on the lottery
We ain't mice caught in a trap
There ain't nothing holding me back
They're saying, how you gonna' make it Dubbz
Tell 'em hopefully rap but lately
I had the same dreams for a few months
Me flooded with money like it was goosebumps
Feeling like a zombie, staring at a box
So I lick off my telly
But money's just like
You feel you've gotta get it
My niggas hanging round here
When there's cops sitting, itching
Planning on handing out years to the youth
That's stuck in the roadside tryna' get by
With no guidance because every one
Provides a wet lie
Aye, listen this is news flash you know I do
I'll have your boo mad just from a few tags
And don't front like your crew's bad
I'm on roads
Have your body exposed like nude mags
Start talking in code cause it's less to pull
If my niggas got weed, I mean vegetables
And if they want two balls, I mean testicles
I was down for too long, I had to bounce back
Fiends want me cutting shapes
They some house cats youngers on the strip
Moving them ounce packs
Breaking up cheese like they
Setting up mouse traps
I should be drunk the way I drank off brandy
Who's got the fiends loving me like Sandy?
Plus these pagans wanna' see
My team not breathing
Chicks who slept on me once
Carry on sleeping
Chicks who slept on me once
Carry on sleeping
Dubbz and Streetz, Ready or Not
By the Fugees
CSB, ICB, free up my people, check me out
Boom
Ayo I hustle for the future of my family
It's not a joke i told myself when I was
Young I'll never die broke
I'm tryna make a little rap
Money so I flow dope
Where these other rappers that are
Coming like they can't cope
Coming like they can't float
Like their boat's got a hole in it
I shoot man like their chest's
Got a goal in it
And if you hear another rapper
With a flow like Skrapz
Then the mother fucker's stolen it boom
And even though I'm a star
I keep some petrol in the dinger boot
In case I've gotta blow up the car
I'm in a world of my own
Things is moving kinda' slow right now
But, I'm glad to be home
Their acting like they never know man a pro
We was moving like the Wu Tang
Clan at my first show
I'm glad I never hear bang at my first show
Shutdown, and flew straight back
To Church Road
Coming at you if you're ready or not
Them man are talking
They ain't ever come through
Licking off shots
Always keep a bally round me
I ain't going out hot
But, it's a cold world when you
Get caught up with crops
Stayed all about this money
Ain't no girl that we love
And if we do, she's certified
She ain't a hag on the block money talks
Make a nigga change his stance on the spot
Old friends turn snakes
Gotta' stay on my job
See I don't change friends
That just ain't my style
I put my hand on the bible
Still lie in trial
That's cause I don't rate the system
And the judge in his gown
'Nough time I bust case and
Came home with a smile
One time for my niggas that didn't make it
Knowing they're behind doors
And it's just patience
Bruddas out on the road, still tryna' make it
Yeah I'm one of them
Road name Tox, can't call me by my government
Ready or not something like no introduction
We're heading straight to the top
Scooping every pound to function
Yeah I do it for my people
Do it for my people try to hold up order
And keep everybody equal
It's like it's straight to the top for me
I told my mum we can't wait on the lottery
We ain't mice caught in a trap
There ain't nothing holding me back
They're saying, how you gonna' make it Dubbz
Tell 'em hopefully rap but lately
I had the same dreams for a few months
Me flooded with money like it was goosebumps
Feeling like a zombie, staring at a box
So I lick off my telly
But money's just like
You feel you've gotta get it
My niggas hanging round here
When there's cops sitting, itching
Planning on handing out years to the youth
That's stuck in the roadside tryna' get by
With no guidance because every one
Provides a wet lie
Aye, listen this is news flash you know I do
I'll have your boo mad just from a few tags
And don't front like your crew's bad
I'm on roads
Have your body exposed like nude mags
Start talking in code cause it's less to pull
If my niggas got weed, I mean vegetables
And if they want two balls, I mean testicles
I was down for too long, I had to bounce back
Fiends want me cutting shapes
They some house cats youngers on the strip
Moving them ounce packs
Breaking up cheese like they
Setting up mouse traps
I should be drunk the way I drank off brandy
Who's got the fiends loving me like Sandy?
Plus these pagans wanna' see
My team not breathing
Chicks who slept on me once
Carry on sleeping
Chicks who slept on me once
Carry on sleeping