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styles p - u ain't ready 4 me lyrics

(feat. beanie sigel)

[intro: styles p]
ghost, sigel, real n-gg-z load up
throw your f-ckin hoodies on, it’s goin down

[styles p (beanie sigel):]
nah you can’t hang, nah you can’t bang
(you better get yo’ gang)
if you see me on the road better switch yo’ lane
(if you see me on your strip b-tch get yo’ thang)
f-ck that, before rap had to flip cocaine
knockin empd (n-gg- +it’s 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 – (n-gg- strapped with the mac)
in the bookbag b-tch, when i go road trippin

[chorus: styles p (beanie sigel)]
you ain’t ready for me, you ain’t ready for me
you ain’t ready for me, yeah, what?
(you ain’t ready for me, you ain’t ready for me)
(you ain’t ready for me, yeah, what?)
you ain’t ready for me, you ain’t ready for me
you ain’t ready for me, yeah, what?
(you ain’t ready for me, you ain’t ready for me)
(you ain’t ready for me)

[beanie sigel (styles p):]
the bully harder than them bars in the lifer’s house
you don’t know me, see the ghost when the lights go out
(kill yo’ -ss while you daydream n-gg-)
i put your big man to sleep and let him fly (like the a-team n-gg-)
you n-gg-z p-ss (d-ck startin to get hard)
man we always strapped (catch sh-t when you run in the b-tch raw)
i go off when the sh-t’s off (i usually turn it up when it go down)
if you didn’t you know now
(you know it’s the ghost) and the bully in this b-tch
(two hawks up) you know i got the fully in this b-tch
in the best shape of my life i know i could roof n-gg-z
(i send ’em back down sig’, i know you “the truth” n-gg-

[chorus]

[styles p (beanie sigel):]
ghost and sigel, p-89 and the eagle
(get stretched by the skinny or diesel)
hardest two out so it’s gon’ be plenty of evil
(so run and tell all of the people)
yeah, what? gun (check) rope (check)
hit the club, rob sh-t during coat (check)
just for the f-ck of it n-gg-
(i like the four-door big) heard you bust with it n-gg-
like to blow a pound of weed (heard you puffin it n-gg-)
let anybody front and we touchin it n-gg-
(yeah, what? i get berserk when i’m high on them perks)
(you f-ck around like, you don’t 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 ain’t ready for me
got a young boy turn your sh-t to spaghetti for me

[chorus]

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