Ready For Me

[Intro: I.G. Off] Aiiyo G, I don't think they ready yo Rhymes They say every man is put here for a purpose Tommy Tee [?] What's yours? Eyes closed Matter of fact, here's mine [Hook: I.G. Off, Hazadous] Sex and fame, lusting for destiny I.G. Off and Haz dropped on the world unexpectedly The highest is the illest, hope you ready for me I say the highest is the illest, hope you ready for me Sex and faith, stay lusting for destiny I.G. Off and Haz dropped on the world unexpectedly The highest is the illest, hope you ready for me I say the highest is the illest, hope you ready for me [Verse 1: I.G. Off] July '71, premature ejaculation Intercourse with no protection, the immaculate conception Raised in the far rock section One hit too many Mom said "mother eff 'em" scooped me in her arms and left 'em We ran away, then she moved back in with fam Gramps used to sneak in and give me sips of beer from his can Sit me on his lap, say I was part of a bigger plan Slide tables, watch me perform with a brush in my hand My [?] early, teacher said I was a bright, young man An ill rap cat, never really one for the pill Shorties I drilled, the street taught me hustling skill Birds love crooks, thugs die young, plus get their shit took Babies having babies, lost one's outlook My moms tried to keep my head in the good book I left the hood shook Splashed this cat that was supposed to be buck We had the gods screaming "Shorty G Off", the name stuck Like quick [?] on back staircases Cases of forties on the bench But when I pour me while they kick war stories Plastic cups of cokie mixed with ciscio Drunk as hell seing life through a project window Jam Tec's [?] and project raps Fast women whips and cash Leak heads [?] laced with hash Old timers tried to lick the weight of the white horse off they mustache For one they tried to pull off all my niggas that past Marry death in a red suit if you're handle ain't fast A lot of cats close they eyes when they squeeze off and blast In the odds you miss we shoot, you're stuck Do the math, do the math Y'all rap cats, do the math [Verse 2: Hazadous] I broke the best off I've pissed the rest off Four clip of cop killas knock the vest off Rip your chest off I'ma die in the cross I was married to crack money, but I got a divorce My styles break a nigga up like brute force My babys moms got me in court for child support We play for keeps [?] of blood sport So i pack a sawed off and keep my eyes for task force Come to my block, you taking the jewels off Otherwise, she gon' light you up like the fourth Can't believe everything you read in The Source Icicles dripping off my wrist like I'm Jack Frost My moms had an eight track, she stays playing Diana Ross Now when I buy something I don't even ask how much it cost They do it to theyself, so I can't feel remorse Came here to battle, you going home with a loss Burned ass niggas getting housed like red cross Jumping out a chromed out Porsche, jungle Smirnoff Smell flesh burning in my cypher like holocaust Fuck going to jail, I'd rather be dead, I'd be better off [Hook] "Somebody, anybody, and everybody, scream!"