They Ain't Ready

[Timbaland] Uh-huh, now what we gonna do Take it from the Eastside.. to the country Ya feel me? Ya feel me? Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka Check the chorus... [Hook 2x: Timbaland] Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready They don't know know Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready They don't know know know [Jadakiss] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah Yo, uh, yeah, yo... Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt When the hawk take the day off I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new And Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is Nowhere next to ready for this stainless It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you And way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer I'ma bring the hood to the farm Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong Introduce them to the yak and cranberry And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone Even if we run to war, I'mma still run the raw You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us? "R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon [Hook] [Bubba Sparxxx] Uh, uh... Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs And thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers And Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers 'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come here I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Hook] [Bubba Sparxxx] How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces? To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting And poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquainted And I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'mma change it This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song [Jadakiss] The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor Like I pink-eyed, niggas pretend to be weeded That's what the industry needed Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated But we gon' let the gats pop From the old rifles on the dirt road To the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song [Hook]