[Timbaland]
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Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
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Take it from the Eastside... to the country
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Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
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Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
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Check the chorus!
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[Chorus] 2X
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Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
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They don't know know
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Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
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They don't know know know
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[Jadakiss]
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Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
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Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
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Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt
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When the hawk take the day off
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I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
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Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through
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On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new
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and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
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Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
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It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you
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and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
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I'ma bring the hood to the farm
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Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
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Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
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And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
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Even if we run to war, I'ma still run the raw
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You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
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Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
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"R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon
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[Chorus] 2X
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Uh, uh...
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Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
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and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
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Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
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Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
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I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
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Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
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But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
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Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
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Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers
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and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
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'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come here
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I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here
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But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
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Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion
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Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
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Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
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[Chorus] 2X
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
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To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
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Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting
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and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
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See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquainted
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and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
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This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
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I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
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[Jadakiss]
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The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
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And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor
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like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
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That's what the industry needed
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Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
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But we gon' let the gats pop
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From the old rifles on the dirt road
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to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
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This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song
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[Chorus] 2X
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They Ain't Ready
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| Ruff Ryders |
