You're Not Ready Lyrics

Ohh! (Ohh, ohh)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Nigga (nigga)
Ha-ha

You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot, no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you, and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams, it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

Mama, baby boy is a killer (yeah)
Ain't it funny how them guns get to pop for the skrilla (right)
Four bodies in '19, man, I love that little nigga (uh-huh)
For five grand, niggas'll air the strip out (What?)
For ten grand, niggas'll run up in your house (uh-huh)
Have your ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth (oh)
New York has taught niggas to get money down South (uh-huh)
But get knocked in the Commonwealth state, your ass out
Fuck the captain, fuck the sergeant, fuck that king cap charge, bitch

You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one on ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you, and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams, it don't feel
How it feels when you're hit

When my Warriors come out and play, I'm Osiris
I eat, sleep shit, and catch nigga writers (Yeah)
And beat niggas down like the Turtles on Rikers (uh-huh)
I'm a cheap ass connect, with some high ass prices (what?)
I been totin' .44s and MAC-10s (Uh-huh)
Since Tim Dog was on Ron G10 (Ha-ha)
I'm the nigga on the strip that make fiends relapse
I'm the nigga on the strip that's a walkin' G-pack (Uh-huh)

You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one on ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either way, your ass is done
When them shells hit you, and they split you
You gon' scream like a bitch
In your dreams, it don't feel (uh)
How it feels when you're hit (Lloyd Banks)

I don't bash women 'til I throw a bitch in a sleeper (ha-ha)
Been this way since Rakim was kickin' the speaker (c'mon, yeah)
We can fly on holidays, like Christmas and Easter (uh)
You only wear yellow ice if you piss in the freezer (yeah)
I put your partner in a case, for barkin' off a base
You 'posed to be gettin' money
Shave that carpet off your face (Ha-ha)

I'm in the place, stop runnin' in the race (what?)
Nike fanatic, spend spring, summer on the lace (haha)
Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope
You see the same light as him (Yeah)
I take pounds from you, put you on tubes and vitamins

I might've been slumped in the G5, drunk and (what else?)
Thumpin' The Chronic 1, ridin' with the tump chain (Ohh)
Look, I'm on the run from a marriage, the one with the carats (What?)
I'm done with the average, give me someone established (Yeah)
I'm performin' if they come with the carats
These bitches want my son in the carriage
But wanna feel dumb and embarrassed, bitch
Bum ass niggas

None of y'all fuckin' with us, man (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
G-Unit
Hottest niggas out in the street right now
Tell them niggas
Lloyd Banks

Tony Yayo (Ha-ha-ha)
The General
50 Cent, nigga
Yeah, you heard the motherfucker
Go 'head and scream my name, nigga
Go 'head, say somethin'
Fuck motherfucker
Motherfucker