Ready or Not

[Intro: Big Keyz] Uh, and this track, feauturing Toxic, P Dubbz and Streetz, Ready or Not, by the Fugees [Intro: Skrapz] CSB, ICB, free up my people, check me out, boom [Verse 1: Skrapz] 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 [?] 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 [Verse 2: Toxic] 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 [?] 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 [Verse 3: P Dubbz] 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 [Verse 4: Streetz] 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