Song: I'm Ready
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(Verse 1:Juelz Santana)
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I feel like dropping something man
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Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest
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No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but
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Common man they can't fuck with me, Juelz Santana
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Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock
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Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now
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Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man
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Yo this is powerful music I bring to this table
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The sequels are able the way I sling cane 'cause
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Let the music talk to them
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Yo, y'all know I'm fast in focus in case you haven't noticed
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Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open
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Yeah I told you man
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Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'm a make him a million
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Jones is here I'm invading the building and
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Yeah Diplomat
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For the last time we got this man
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But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks
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Big coat, big gat, don't ever forget that
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(Verse 2:Jim Jones)
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Yes I'm, yes uh, oh yeah nigga
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Yo, even my gold link can be number one on your charts
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If it happens so be it we come with the art
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Everyone in my part, they still moving
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All them chums in the front of the
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Yo I do this shit sick, stuffed and congested
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They don't give a fuck if you're sick you still get cuffed and arrested
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My justice is wretched
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You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping
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Cause the game we done held back too long
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The pain we done felt that too long
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Cocaine we done dealt that too long
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And my pops it don't help that you gone, myself to move on
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Its scary and I'm gonna need help
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Streets flaunting me, dogs and marijuana don't help
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Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help
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Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself but
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(Verse 3:Cam'Ron)
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Huh, killa, I'm here y'all
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Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready, huh, hey
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Hey, Yo what up buzzing buzzing, bird flip a dozen dozen
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Holla at your boy boy, you thought your cousin wasn't
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I'm ready, yes sir here we go
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Jim Jones c'est c'est bon Santana magnifique
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You niggas know Holla at me if there's any beef
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Yes sir, huh
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I know in vise versa we like murder we convict in the truck
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But yo if you got bitches to fuck hit me up dog
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Yeah I'm ready, huh
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Far as lyrics go they rocking recitals
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It won't stop until I'm on top with the title
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Hustling no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles
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I'm not for the idols
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Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel
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Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza
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You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa
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Common chief of reefer
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Please believe it, I will squeeze and ya
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All bullets they will heat and seek ya
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Harlem world I'm a swell my town
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You a clown you can tell by now
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That I'm, I'm ready, I'm ready we coming for the title
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I'm Ready
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| The Diplomats |
