Letras
(Yeah) Heatmakerz, Killa (woo, yeah)
Let's do it
This is it right here (come on man)
I feel good, man (this right here)
Taliban, Diplomats, come on
Yeah (woo), Jim Jones, where you at, baby?
Juelz Santana (I feel good right now, man)
This is music right here (yeah)
Once again, where you at?
I feel like Rocky or somethin', man
Yo, they tried to box me in the corner for the longest (uh)
No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest, but- (come on)
Come on, man (yeah) they can't fuck with me (they can't)
They really can't (Juelz Santana)
(Let's do this man, I got them, man) uh
Somehow, I managed to creep from under the rock (uh)
Linkin' up with Cam, him linkin' up with the Roc now (woo)
Shit, I told you (yeah) (come on, man), I won't fail you niggas, man (I got this)
Do it, ay, yo
This is powerful music, I bring to the table (uh-huh)
The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine, 'cause (come on)
(Yeah) let the music talk to 'em, man (they can't fuck with me, man) (talk to 'em, man)
Yo, y'all know I'm past they focus, in case you haven't noticed (uh)
Squeeze and blast 'em open, as soon as the magnum opens
Yeah (come on), I told you, man, come on (y'all with me, man?) (Where we at, man?)
Uh, Cam gon' make me a star, I'ma make him a million
Jones is here, we invadin' the buildig' and- (uh-huh)
Yeah, Diplomat, for the last time, we got this, man
(This is, man, we need to get this done)
I'm still on the corner, grindin' for them big stacks (yeah)
Big coke, big gat, don't ever forget that
Yes sir, yes sir
Oh, yeah, nigga, yo (take it on)
Ay, yo, my goal ain't to be number one on your charts (hey)
If it happens, so be it, we visit, come with the art (talent)
Everyone in my parks, they still movin' (chill out)
Holdin' jums in the front of the- (yeah)
Yo, I do this shit sick, stuffy, congested (ugh-uh)
They don't give a fuck if you sick
You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank)
My justice is wretched (they fight it) you get knocked down
Please, grab your crutches, keep steppin' (Frankie)
'Cause the game, we done held back too long (hey)
The pain, we done felt that too long
Cocaine, we done dealt that too long (ha-ha)
And my pops, it don't help that you gone
Myself should move on (woo)
It's scary, and I'm gonna need help (yep)
Streets fluster me, dogs, marijuana don't help (no)
Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help (uh-uh)
Knee-deep in my grave on these blocks
I'm a goner myself, but- (real)
Huh, Killa (Killa)
I'm here y'all
Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready
Huh, hey, yo
What up, buzzin'-buzzin'? Birds, flip a dozen-dozen
Holla at your boy, boy, you thought your cousin wasn't?
(Huh, I'm ready, yes sir, here we go now)
Jim Jones, "C'est si bon", Santana "Magnifique"
Y'all niggas know, holla at me if it's any beef
(Yes sir, gats, guns, knives, bats) (uh)
I know it's vice-versa, we like murder, we come thick in the truck
But, yo, if you got bitches to fuck, hit me up, dog (huh)
(Yeah, I'm ready, uh)
Far as lyrics go, they rockin' recitals
It won't stop 'til I'm on top with the title
Hustlin', no stoppin' the cycle, I'm shoppin' for rifles
I'm not for the idols
The Twin Towers, dog
We on top of the Eiffel (Eiffel), like-
La Pisa-Pisa, eatin' a piece of pizza
You can't be where I be, dog, 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'ma swell my town
You a clown, you can't tell by now? That I'm - huh
What do y'all expect (okay, I'm ready), man? (I'm ready), I'm ready
We're comin' for the title (holla)
You hear what it say?
Dipset (I'm ready), Taliban
Juelz Santana (oh), Bandana (Killa)
B's up (Freekey)
Jim Jones, Capo status (holla)
Guru, it's a wrap (what?)