Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fckin hoodies on, its goin down
Nah, you cant hang, nah, you cant bang
You better get yo gang
If you see me on the road better switch yo lane
If you see me on your strip, bitch, get yo thang
fck that before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin EMPD, nigga, its yo thang
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin, the cap
Outside all night pitchin the crack
But now things are a lil bit different
I could start the car without the key in the ignition
Now I be Vivo sippin, nigga, strapped with the mac
In the book bag bitch, when I go road trippin
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me
The bully harder than them bars in the lifers house
You dont know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out
Kill yo ass while you daydream, nigga
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly like the A-Team nigga
You niggaz puss, dick startin to get hard
Man, we always strapped, catch shit when you run in the bitch raw
I go off when the shits off, I usually turn it up when it go down
If you didnt you know now, you know its the Ghost
And the bully in this bitch, two hawks up
You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life, I know I could roof niggaz
I send em back down Sig, I know you The Truth, nigga
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me
Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle
Get stretched by the skinny or diesel
Hardest two out, so its gon be plenty of evil
So run and tell all of the people
Yeah, what? Gun check, rope check
Hit the club, rob shit during coat check
Just for the fck of it, nigga
I like the four-door big
Heard you bust with it nigga like to blow a pound of weed
Heard you puffin it nigga, let anybody front and we touchin it, nigga
Yeah, what? I get berserk when Im high on them perks
You fck around like, you dont want your kidneys to work
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
Man, what you know about puttin in work? Yeah, what?
And you know you aint ready for me
Got a young boy, turn your shit to spaghetti for me
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me, yeah, what?
You aint ready for me, you aint ready for me
You aint ready for me