I'm Ready

[Cam'ron] Heatmakerz, Killa, let's do it [Juelz Santana] Come on! Yeah Jim Jones where you at baby? Juelz Santana, (I feel good right now man) This is music right here Once again where you at I feel like Rocky or something, man Yo, they try to box me in the corner the the longest No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock Linkin' up with Cam, him linkin' up with the Roc now This is powerful music I bring to the table The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine cause Y'all know I'm past then focus, incase you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open Cam gonna make me star, I'm gonna make him a million Jones is here, we invading the building and I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coats, big gats don't ever forget that [Verse 2 - Jimmy Jones] Yes sir, Yes sir Oh yea nigga Yo, my goal ain't to be number one on your charts If it happens, so be it, come with the arts Everyone in my parts they still moving Hold the drums in the...front of the... I do this shit sick, stuffy, congested They don't give a fuck if you sick You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank) My justice is wretched You get knocked down Please, grab your crutches, keep steppin' Cause the game we done held back too long The pain we done felt that too long Cocaine we done dealt that too long And my pops it don't help that you gone Myself should move on It's scary and I'm gonna need help Streets fluster me Dogs, marijuana don't help Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself [Verse 3 - Cam'ron] Killa, I'm here y'all I'm ready, I'm ready Uh, hey, yo What up buzzin' buzzin' Birds flip a dozen dozen Holla at your boy, boy You thought your cousin wasn't I'm ready, yes sir, here we go Jim Jones c'est ce bon, Santana magnifique Y'all niggas know holla at me if it's any beef (Yes sir, gats, guns, knives...) I know it's vice versa We like murder we convicting the track But yo if you got bitches to fuck Hit me up dawg (Yea I'm ready, uh) Far as lyrics go They rocking recitals It won't stop till I'm on top with the title Hustlin' no stoppin' the cycle I'm shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols *Fuck* The twin towers dawg We on top of the Eiffel like La Pisa Pisa Eating a piece of pizza You can't be where I be dawg You need a visa Come on, chief on reefer Please believe it I will squeeze and leave ya All bullets they will heat and seek ya Harlem World I'mma swell my town You a clown you can't tell by now